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Test Subjects 2-16

Cynder was ruined. After meeting up with Ceylon at the convention, she returned home to Klyneth and spent most of her free time seeking out newer and more exciting explorations of her sexuality, delving deeper into the depths of depravity in an attempt to chase the erotic sensations that she felt when with Ceylon. Never in her life had she had someone tickle her in all the right ways like that; and never since had she found anything quite as exciting.

That's not to say Ceylon was on their own a transcendent individual, just that for some reason the gryphon knew exactly what Cynder was thinking and how to perfectly press the magenta fennec's buttons. It was a truly unique experience in that she'd never been able to recreate it. Of course, Ceylon being psychic and able to navigate Cynder's labyrinthine mind helped. And, because of that, she was considering returning to school to gain better access to more powerful potions and concoctions.

Sure, she also wanted to make some proper progress in terms of her knowledge base, that way she could better engage with those who were willing to trigger her very specific kinks. However, the main reason she was curious was something Ceylon said prior to their split back at the convention. Once they had enjoyed a bit of a hotel back-room tryst, Ceylon had kept in contact with Cynder via IM and email. While the pair of them hadn't met up again since then, Ceylon was happy to give the fennec some advice and hook her up with some locals.

One bit of advice given to Cynder was to seek out professor Ilorek H. Rovairre, a hippogryph who taught alchemy at the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic. Apparently Ilorek had worked with Ceylon in the past to establish the baseline for most of the potions used by NoThEn Labs, and Ilorek himself was just as experimental and kinky as Cynder. All of that sounded like a step in the right direction, so Cynder soon found himself meandering the quad at the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic, seeking out this apparently well-known professor.

She wasn't exactly shy, but she had no idea how to go about trying to find a professor. She didn't know if it was considered appropriate to ask random students or if there was some directory she needed to browse. Most campuses had maps strewn about with 'you are here' markers to let people know what to do and where to go, but she couldn't enter any of the buildings without a student keycard.

Eventually, after a full afternoon's worth of meandering and just taking in the sights, casually appreciating the modern yet naturalistic architecture, she gave in and approached a student that looked like they were open to chatting. It was a rather tall biped serpent with white scales and black splotches, almost twice as tall as Cynder.

"Hey, I'm looking for a professor, can you help me?" She asked.

The snake flicked her tongue before answering. "Yeah, what do you need? I'm actually heading to class right now, so I don't have much time but I'd be happy to send you in the right direction."

"Ah yes, perfect. I'm looking for Professor Rovairre? I think that's how you pronounce it. He's an alchemy teacher and I've been given a referral from-"

"Hah, yeah I should have known. Yeah I know Ilorek. I'm actually heading to his class, now. You're gonna wanna follow me and keep up. You can't enter the buildings without credentials except the administrative building and library, that's where you get guest passes. Anyway, I got pharmaceutical potion chemistry. Come on." She turned and kept on in the direction she was headed when approached.

Cynder followed, having to alternately skip and lightly jog in order to keep up. "Wait, is professor Rovairre famous or something? You seemed to pick up on that immediately."

The snake lady kept walking, her long tail swishing behind her. "Well he is famous but, like, I'm literally headed to his class, so even if he wasn't well known I'd know him." She turned to Cynder and extended a rather large, scaled hand. "The name's Cero, by the way."

"I'm Cynder. Nice to meet you." She took Cero's hand and shook it only to return to skip-jogging the moment she turned back around. "And what's he famous for? I mean, I live here and I've not heard of him outside of this referral I got from an apparently mutual friend. He's a university professor, not like, a coliseum warrior or something, right?"

Cero kept walking but did smirk back at him. "It's cute that you don't know. I'll let you figure it out, his class is the second auditorium on the left. If you've got a referral, then there's a reason for it and he's not shy about talkin' your big foxy ears off. For now, come on." She swiped her card to get into the building and practically dragged Cynder to the auditorium for the lecture.

Inside, Cynder was shocked to see just how few students were actually there. The auditorium looked like it could handle over five hundred students but there had to be fewer than thirty. Including her, and she wasn't even a student. "When does class start?"

"In about five minutes." Cero answered as she sat down.

"Where is everyone?"

"This is everyone. Ilorek doesn't command large classes. He's notoriously strict and demanding. Not a lot of people can pass his classes, so most just avoid it. Kind of a double-edged sword, though. You wanted to know why he's famous among alchemists? Well, he's the single, foremost expert on alchemy. A legend among nerds. Like, nobody is more intimately educated on the intersection of science and magic than professor Ilorek H. Rovairre. I admire the drake, but you'd best be quiet during the lecture, I don't want to miss anything."

Cynder nodded. She did feel that was a little peculiar, but chose not to delve much deeper. "Rather expositional of you, but that's fine. Yeah, I'll sit out back here and wait for the lecture to be over before I approach him if class is about to start. And Cero? Thanks for letting me in."

"It's not a problem." Cero said with a tongue flick and a smile. "He'll be in any moment, so hush up my vulpine friend or I'll eat you." She had a look of sincerity on her face that could be seen as a threat or a playful joke depending on how deadpan or dark her humour was.

Either way, Cynder had no desire to test her. Just in case. "Uh, no thanks." She said with a wince before plopping her rump down on a nearby seat. That marked the end of her interactions with Cero before class, as the front door next to the projector screen opened up and out came professor Rovairre. A tall, red and black and gold hippogryph with an athletic build wearing a blazer and a kilt. He was gorgeous, far hotter than Cynder had expected given the professor's apparent reputation as a world renowned alchemist.

His golden beak was buffed to a perfect shine, the white fetlocks on his wrist draped over his hands and the phone he held while the ones around his ankles covered his black-fleshed talons like a pair of designer boots, each and every feather of his swept-back crest tipped in gold and black. He was well groomed, had a body like a blitzball defensive linebacker, and the poise one might expect from a drake of dignity. He was a hippogryph but Cynder pretty much only saw avian features aside from the long, white fetlocks around his wrist and ankles. It wasn't hard to imagine most of his equine features were centralized around the midsection.

It didn't take much for Cynder to start fantasizing about what Ilorek was packing underneath that kilt. The thought made her moist, even if she was actively trying to not show it. Instead, she had to just sit back and be quite for the duration of the two-hour lecture of which she understood about one tenth. Ilorek's presentation wasn't like in the movies where he started with the basics to make sure the audience knew what was up, he just dove right into this week's lesson about aural energies and calculations concerning a person's ability to use magic vs the very specific set of skills needed to enchant gemstones or potions. It was all graphs and wavelengths and discussions of energy signatures that could probably have been summed up for Cynder had she asked.

Alas, two hours later of Cero and the other students jotting down notes and recording videos and taking pictures was pretty exhausting. It almost made Cynder back down from wanting to make his approach; Professor Rovairre's lesson made it clear he was a very serious, well-educated individual and Cynder worried maybe she wasn't prepared for whatever it was she was being referred to.

To be clear, Cynder was smart. She was well-educated, intelligent, and capable of learning. She just wasn't prepared for the expertise at that level in a field she wasn't personally well acquainted with. It was overwhelming, but she overcame her nervousness with Ceylon at the convention and that worked out well enough. This gave her the confidence to take in a deep breath and hop down the stairwell towards the stage, where Ilorek was collecting his things.

Ilorek saw Cynder when he looked up from his laptop. "Ah, yes, I was wondering when you'd show up." He said, then closed the laptop and sat on his desk with his arms crossed over his broad chest. "What took you so long?"

This stopped Cynder in her tracks at the edge of the stage. "What do you mean? It's only been a few months."

"Yeah, after Ceylon told me about you we both sort of assumed you'd be here within a few hours of returning back to Klyneth. But I guess some folks get overwhelmed. No big deal. So what inspired you to show up today? Got that referral? Tell me, what is it you hope to accomplish here?"

Cynder wasn't entirely enthralled with the interrogation but was somewhat disarmed by just how huge and sexy Ilorek looked when seen up close. He was impressive from a distance, intimidating when this close. "Honestly, I'm not even sure yet. I was hoping to maybe get an apprenticeship in the potions lab or something. Ceylon said I had potential and you'd be willing to take anyone as eager as me, but I'm not sure what she meant by that." She reached into her bag and grabbed the wax-sealed envelope, handing it over to Ilorek. Ceylon had given her that and instructed her to not open it.

Ilorek happily took the envelope and used his thumb claw to break the wax seal. Once he pulled out the cover letter, he unfolded it and quickly gave it a read-over, occasionally glancing over at Cynder while raising an eyebrow. "Hm. Yes, I see. Got it. That sort of apprenticeship."

"What's it say?" Cynder asked, trying to glance over to see if she could catch a glimpse.

"Words. It has many words." Ilorek rolled up the note, snapped his fingers to conjure up some heat in order to melt the wax and re-seal the envelope. "It sounds like Ceylon has recommended you for lab work. A less formal bit of lab work. As in, not here at the university."

Cynder's eyes narrowed. "And what exactly does that mean?"

"It means that, with your consent, I can use you on my personal projects not linked to my official research projects here at the university." there were no other students in the room and there was little to no echo so it was clear Ilorek was not trying to be sneaky or quiet. "Said you were trustworthy, your moral compass tweaked towards kink, and that you had some unique body features that make you a pretty damn good test subject. So yeah, I got some off-campus work to do, you interested?"

"Yeah? I mean, I need more information but it sounds like it's either going to end up with me in a sex dungeon or just a regular dungeon, so either way it sounds like fun. So how do I get more info?"

Ilorek chuffed and pushed himself away from the desk. "Yeah, Ceylon was right. One mention of kink and you'll agree. You will make for a perfect test subject. Or at the very least, a lab assistant. Anywho, I have another class this afternoon, so meet me here at this time." He shuffled a map across the desk towards Cynder, an X on one of the parking lots with a time scribbled next to it.

Cynder accept it, noted down the location, and slipped the note into her pocket. "Yeah, sure."

"Perfect, we can discuss more before you agree to anything there. Pleasure to meet you." Ilorek extended a hand for Cynder to accept, which she did.

"Pleasure's all mine. And, uh, all jokes aside you're not going to like, drug me and lock me in your sex dungeon, are you? Because I'd totally be fine with that."

Professor Rovairre laughed and shook his head. "You're fun, but not today. No. Get outta here, can't really discuss the details here, we'll reconvene after class. Oh, and here's a guest keycard, you should be able to come and go at will." He gave her a blank white card with nothing on either side. "Will get you in and out of any building, any class room, but nothing with access level 3 or higher."

"Got it." Cynder affirmed while waving the card. "See you in a few hours."

Ilorek offered a nod of approval before returning to his laptop. Cynder took the goods and hopped her way up the stairs to leave the auditorium. She was shocked at how simple that was but her mind was mostly preoccupied with images of that stud doing all manner of kinky things to her in a custom-made sex dungeon. Especially if he had a horse cock. She'd sit on that professor's lap all evening if it got her a good grade on her paper. Or just to keep him warm. Either way, she was excited.

Cynder had a few hours to burn while she waited for Ilorek to finish teaching his classes. She meandered a bit more around the campus, soaking up the sights and taking a mental inventory of where things are in the event she did chose to apply for admission. Though, the more she thought about it the clearer it was this was never about admission to the school itself but an internship or just free labour.

She was a little suspicious but knew better than to assume the worst. In her few interactions, she quickly came to see that Ceylon was a little aloof and strange but not malicious; if the gryphon had suggested that Cynder approach Ilorek, then there was a good reason for it. Professor Rovairre seemed to think so and Cynder had immediately taken to him upon meeting for the first time. Parts were being put into place and it was clear that there was something deeper and more meaningful in the works.

When the time of the hour came and Cynder headed to the parking lot, Ilorek was already at his vehicle waiting for her. He was leaning against a huge black ATV with a roll cage and open back. She internally wondered if he could be any sexier. Not that the vehicle itself was hot, but that a person who was attractive and smart also seemed so down to earth. In fact, the more she thought about it, the clearer it was that Ilorek was potentially too good to be true. Intelligent, attractive, approachable, and apparently kinky? Naw, there had to be a caveat. Either that or he was really good at faking it.

"You came." Ilorek called out as he motioned a casual salute. He had taken off his blazer and was wearing only his kilt; apparently once he was done with class he didn't care for the suit look. "I kinda expected you to be here early; I got out of class early, but here you are, right on time."

"Is that a bad thing?" Cynder asked, not sure how to respond beyond that.

"Not a bad thing at all, I'm just used to prospective helpers being a bit too eager to head to the next level and they just sort of creep around until the time comes. Not you. I like that. Come on." He motioned for Cynder to join him in the vehicle as he grabbed the roll cage and hopped up into the driver's seat. "I'll get us lunch."

Cynder paused for a bit before stepping up over the tire and side of the ATV. "You know, you're awfully casual about all this. Do you usually fraternize with your students? Is this normal?"

"Yeah, of course."

The stunning candidness of his response actually took Cynder by surprise. "Really?"

"Why not? We're all adults here. I've got tenure, I practically founded the place on the back of my potions research back in my early days, and I get a lot of folks eager to get to know me. I'm an adult. You're an adult. All of my students are adults. And I don't give out extra credit for blowjobs and everyone knows it. I guess some profs can be shady, but I'm always pretty upfront about my intentions and expectations. It makes a world of difference to be transparent, you know?"

That was such a refreshing take Cynder managed to get over her hesitation to hop into the passenger seat. "So what exactly do you have planned, then? Is this actual work or is this just a tryst? I'm happy either way, I just need to know so I can prepare."

"Can it be both?" Ilorek shrugged and turned the ATV on, deftly backing out of the parking spot and heading out towards the toll booth. "I mean, I can't really discuss it here, we can chat over dinner if you're okay with that." He flashed his badge to the reader and the barrier lifted to let them out. He then tossed the badge in the middle console and the two were off.

Once they were on the road, Cynder pressed him. "Alright, so what's up here? I'm getting some pretty shifty vibes but Ceylon's referral is making me think that maybe I'm overthinking things? What exactly is the plan, what is this position for? What will I be doing?"

"Well, I've been conducting some research off site. Some stuff that could be revolutionary if it's successful but could be enough to ruin my reputation if it doesn't. Or if I'm caught before I have results." Once again, his response was so candid that Cynder couldn't help but be impressed.

"And you're just telling me about it? What if I'm a snitch or some shit?"

"You're not. Ceylon wouldn't have referred you if they thought you'd even consider it. No, I don't know all the details of your encounter with my burd butt friend, but apparently they got good vibes from you, good enough to risk it. So, if you are down to at least hear about what I'm doing, then I'd be happy to take you back to my place and show you. If not, we'll have a lovely meal, I'll still take you back to my place, and we can fuck in the barn or something. Up to you in the end. I'm down either way." He didn't even look away from the road, everything was so casual.

Cynder shrugged. "How bad could it be?"

Ilorek laughed. "That depends on whether or not I'm successful. Like I said, if my theories are correct and I make a breakthrough, it could revolutionize the medical fields of alchemy and biology and chemistry in equal measure. If it doesn't work, then let's just say even I couldn't buy my freedom."

"Well? Then stop teasin' and beating around it. What's so juicy that you gotta be all spy-thriller on me? You doing necromancy or something? Is that even a thing?"

"Kinda, but no. It's more complicated than that. I assume you have at least a basic yet advanced understanding of ademane, right? Source of magic, active ingredient in potions. I don't imagine you'd be seeking out work in this field if you weren't aware."

Cynder nodded, but then clarified because Ilorek wasn't watching her. "Yeah. I know what it does and how it works, for the most part. I heard your lecture, clearly I don't know as much as you, but I get it. I understand it."

"Well, my theory is that the ademane in someone's body, the stuff responsible for detectable auras and the source of magic, could be used to transfer someone's consciousness into another body. Basically, the stuff acts as more than just an energy source, it is your source. Or, if you want to get spiritual about it, your soul. It's a pretty baseline understanding, but I do think that I've got something worth exploring. Naturally, it's hard to do this sort of thing because it requires living subjects and there is inherent risk. And no, I'm not planning on siphoning your soul energy or anything like that, so you can put your pepper spray away."

"I wasn't gonna." Cynder protested, even though she was seriously questioning him for a bit.

Ilorek continued. "Can't do it with plants, that's a different chemical composition. Can't do it with animals, they're not sentient. They do have an aura, but it's fundamentally different from the aura of you or I. And of course, can't really do experiments on students because there's a very real chance of failure resulting in death. Best bet is medically hopeless folks who sign a consent form knowing that it could work or it could end them early. Dire, but such is the cost of true science."

"Yeah, I can see why you gotta keep that under wraps. And why am I the perfect assistant for something like this? I mean, I have morals, I'm not into killing people."

"Simple. As Ceylon explained in their letter, you're compassionate but your curiosity and willingness to experiment overlap. You care, but you also wanna see what happens. You're somewhat distant from folks you don't know personally, so you're less likely to get attached. That's not a bad thing, sometimes medical science needs folks who can disassociate so they don't get burned out on emotional trauma after the tenth subject dies or something."

Cynder couldn't help but wince. "Yeah, I guess there's some truth to that but I don't want to hurt anyone. I mean, I don't wanna be in the business of death."

"That's the glory of it. The whole purpose of this is to help people survive longer. To help their spirit live on in the event their body gives out on them. That's the end goal. And like I said, I've been very careful with my subjects so far, I've not lost any yet and will work hard to keep it that way. However, I know that once I get to the more complicated auras, the more robust spirits, mistakes can happen. It's medical science, even the most rudimentary of procedures can go wrong. If you're worried, I can assure you I've done it before. During times of war, I was able to do it. So I know it's possible. I also know of a phytomancer and voodoo priest who were able to transfer a spirit into a plant golem. So this sort of spiritual transferal is possible, it's just very rare. I wanna make it commonplace."

"Still sounds like some mad science to me. I'm in."

This actually got Ilorek to turn, shocked. "That easy?"

"Well, less about it being easy and like you said more about being curious. I wanna at least see what's going on here and how you're doing it. I'd be more than happy to at the very least check it out. See what you got so far. And help if possible. You're right, if it does work, that's amazing. If not, well, burn it down and try again, I suppose."

"Interesting take, but I approve. Alright, let's get some burgers. I'm hungry and I hate doing work on an empty stomach. We can return to this after we've eaten."

Ilorek pulled into a drive through, the two of them ordered, and they ate in the vehicle on the way to Ilorek's place. Since they were trying to not speak about work until food was done, Cynder decided to bring up the question about what made Ilorek famous if Cynder hadn't heard of him.

"You know, your student Cero said you were pretty famous and that you'd be happy to tell me why. So, like, what's up with that? What makes you famous? Are you just a nerd king or something?"

The hippogryph lauged so hard he spat up some of his burger. "Oh, no. I run a pretty prolific and well-known porn site. Call it 'The Ranch'. Have you heard of it?"

"No, but, what? I mean, look at you, I guess it makes sense you'd be in porn with a body like-"

"I'm not in the porn myself, I just run the place. And oh boy, if you're not familiar with my work I guess I'll have to kinda warn you what to expect. The Ranch is a beasty brothel. Folks from all over the world come to indulge their feral fantasies. And we make porn there as well. The hook is that my wife, Valencia, is a psychic, so there's no issues with consent and all that shit. Folks had been trying to shut us down since day one and the main argument they use is that our feral companions can't consent. They're right, but only because they lack the ability to verbally communicate. With a certified psychic running the place and ensuring no act is done without the consent of both parties, we're able to not only host clients but also make some of the world's sexiest porn."

Cynder just stopped dead, blinking as she processed this. "And how is it I've not seen this before? This sounds like something I'd at least stumble upon while browsing."

"We actively try to keep our site off the main search engines and we don't advertise. It's sort of an 'if you know you know' kind of establishment. People pay phenomenal coin to get bred by dragons or mounted by horses or whatever. And even more people pay for high quality porn of it, especially when ethically approved by a board-certified psychic."

"I must visit." Cynder declared, her voice dull and monotone. "I must-"

"Yeah, I figured. That's why we're headed there now. You'll see. And like I said, once you've taken a tour of my lab, we can figure something out. First, let's eat then we'll talk. It's only a few minutes out of town, just nestled up against the southern border of the Vast Emerald Wood."

In an effort to make time go faster, Cynder quickly ate her burger and excitedly bounced in her seat, silently passing the time as the pair of them headed northwest of town, through a gridlock of farms and pastures, and eventually came to a peculiarly raised block of land with the words 'The Ranch' carved into the steep cliffs that elevated Ilorek's property. They had arrived.

Cynder was not the type to be shocked into silence, but as they pulled into the drive way that cut through the cliff side and emerged onto The Ranch property, she couldn't help but stare. The entire plot was on a raised platform surrounded on three sides by steep, ten-meter-tall rock cliffs; it was like the entire property had been lifted up like a perfectly square column, with the only entryway being the driveway that led to road level. The northern edge of the property bled into the Vast Emerald Wood, and was the only of the four sides that wasn't raised by a cliff face, instead it was on a slope.

In the middle of the property were two large buildings right next to each other. First was a rather luxurious ranch home with a split-level on one side, while the second was a rather massive barn that appeared to be multiple stories tall. Looked like an apartment building with a barn's hayloft on top and stalls below. There were also pieces of equipment for cleaning, feeding, and managing the property as well as a large field in the middle surrounded on all sides by pastures and fenced-in enclosures.

To the left of him was just a single, open field with what looked to be horses and cows roaming and grazing. That pasture alone was as big as a city block, from what he could tell. It was kind of hard to gauge size when they were elevated above all the ranches and farms in the surrounding area. It also didn't take much deduction to realize this was for privacy. If a lot of outdoor sex was happening with the livestock, then they probably didn't want to have random passerby viewing or filming it. While the landscaping was pretty extremely crafted, it was likely worth it.

Beyond that, going clockwise from the horse and cow pasture was a pair of aviaries, each fenced on on all sides with a chain link dome over top to keep the winged creatures inside. Both together about the same size as the first pasture with different features for decoration. One had dragons and a huge basking rock in the middle surrounded by sparse trees, while the other was densely populated with trees and smaller, mossy rocks surrounded by a small lake for the gryphons.

From there it was hard to tell what was next, as the next two pastures were huge, open areas behind the ranch home. The first one to the south had tall fences lining it, was accented by tall, yellow grasses, and had a series of monolithic rocks in the middle and was dotted with a handful of stout trees. It resembled desolate plains, something that seemed odd in a region that could occasionally get snow. Cynder assumed that it was meant for felines, based on how open it was and how tall the fences were.

Next was the most nondescript pasture of them all. Just open meadows, medium-height fences, and a few bushes and rock formations. This pasture's fences went right into the forest, which told Cynder that whatever lived there liked both open plains and dense woods. Just a guess, but Cynder assumed that it was for the canines. Each of the enclosures so far was massive and unique.

Finally, to the right of her and the last one lining the long driveway was another mostly nondescript pasture that also went into the densely wooded area. The fields had fewer features like the rocks or bushes, and instead had a small pond with a stream that came in from the woods and trickled out over the side of the cliff near the road. There were no creatures in there, at least none that Cynder could see. He had no idea what this could be, unless it was for some special creature.

This left the one area opposite the dragon and gryphon aviaries that was empty, not caged by fences. Just one big open area next to the ranch home that went into the Vast Emerald Wood. There was some farm equipment as well as what looked like a patio for barbecue and hosting guests, but beyond that it was just an open grassy yard. There were a few folks milling about, carrying hay bales and wheeling barrows around with muck and dirt.

Clearly Ilorek had employees keeping The Ranch operational. Made sense.

She considered asking about the lack of creatures in that final pasture, but Ilorek put the ATV in park and hopped out. "Alright, you want the tour or you just wanna see the lab?" He asked, hand out to help Cynder step down from the raised cabin of the vehicle.

Cynder hopped down and stretched a bit, not sure how to respond. "I mean, I wanna see both, but maybe we should start with the lab and I can check out the rest later. Up to you. I'm curious to know more about The Ranch, but I'm more curious to know about your research. For now. Lead the way!" She motioned for Ilorek to go ahead and she'd follow.

Ilorek nodded, then started making his way across the gravel parking spaces towards the barn. He motioned to the treeline beyond the barn. "The lab's kinda sorta hidden in there. I mean, it's hardly hidden or anything, but it is semi-camo'd from the outside. You'd have to be looking for it to see it. It's not in either of the pastures, but you'll see that." He kept leading Cynder beyond the treeline, heading down the subtle slope that led into the Vast Emerald Wood.

Only about fifty meters in, Cynder could see what Ilorek meant. Lodged into the slope of the woods was a bunker covered in mosses and vines, partially jutting out from under the dirt. It looked like a log cabin that had been pressed into the mud. Very much so an underground, hidden lab.

"It's deliberately sketchy looking so people don't assume it's anything more than some old abandoned shack." Ilorek explained. "The door's locked tight, and the only way to get it open is with a keycard." He then swiped a card along one of the logs near the door even though there was no indication it was a card reader of any kind. The door then made a hissing sound and Ilorek pushed it open, revealing a pretty advanced, modern-looking lab inside.

This caught Cynder by surprise, as there were windows in the front of the cabin, windows she thought she could see through, but all she could see through those windows was busted, broken-down looking bits of moss-covered furniture. "Was that an illusion or something? A hologram?"

Ilorek closed the door behind them. "Something like that. I installed crystals that emulate what this place looked like before I cleaned it up. Again, deception. Very advanced stuff. Haven't shared it outside of here yet even though I think The Vore House uses it sometimes too."

Cynder had heard of The Vore House but had no interest in visiting. Yet. As time went on her kinks and curiosity were blossoming. She just ignored it and focused on the lab inside, which was an odd mix of modern equipment and medieval-looking environment. The walls were cobblestone and wood, like the inside of a cabin, but the desks and everything else looked futuristic, with electric heating pads, refrigerators, sinks, and racks upon racks of vials of potion and other amenities.

Once they were in past the entryway, the lab opened up into a full auditorium-sized room. She'd say it looked far larger on the inside, but since the entry way was built into the side of a slope, it made sense that most of the facility was underground and had virtually limitless room. It also had what appeared to be a rec-room with a TV and couches in the one corner. It wasn't hard to assume Ilorek spent a lot of his time here relaxing when not doing Ranch or Professor work.

Ilorek guided Cynder around the outer edge of the lab, giving a bit of a tour while explaining more about what his research had discovered and why Cynder was potentially a key player. This came to be when they approached a bench with three shelves, each one with a series of five jars of varying sizes filled with fist-to-head-sized blobs of undulating, gooey mass. Each one was a slightly different colour, and each one was moving like it was alive, extending tendrils and shifting its mass in response to seeing Cynder and Ilorek approach them. Each one looked and acted subtly unique to the others.

"And what exactly are those?" Cydner asked, tapping on he glass of the nearest jar. The gooey mass inside extended a tendril of itself to meet Cynder's fingertip as she did so.

"Those are the in-progress experiments. Test subjects two through sixteen. They're the results of my research so far, and they're what will be the key to the next step. They can best be described as symbiotes, but I'm not entirely sure if that's the most scientific moniker."

She leaned in close, nearly pressing her nose between two jars; each of the symbiotes seemed to reach out and press themselves against the jars inside, meeting her cheeks. "Alright, spill it then. What are they, what do they do? And why am I so important?"

"I do apologize. I know you understand ademane and I don't need to start from the top, but in order to establish what these creatures are, I kinda feel like I have to."

"That's fine. Go ahead, I'm listening." She drew circles on the jars, seeing each one of the goo creatures match her, responding to her touch. It wasn't clear if they could see her or sense her through the heat transfer or something.

Ilorek leaned against the desk, intensely staring at the jars. "Well, Ademane is the source of magic and the active ingredient in potions. It's also potentially the host of your spirit or soul, the conduit for your aura. Like I said before, I've been trying to find a way to house spirits within ademane so it can be transferred from a dying body to a fresh one some how, but I've hit some snags. See, once extracted from the body, the ademane can be solid, liquid or gas. But being outside of the body results in vastly draining its energy reserves. That's why, when enchanting the liquid ademane in potions or the crystallized ademane in gemstones, you need to charge it up yourself and it loses its energy eventually. Less so with the crystals, but it still happens over the course of many years."

Cynder was following along so she nodded and kept playing with the jars.

"Well, that's where the issue often comes in. You generally only have a few seconds once the aura and the ademane holding it are extracted. If you don't put it into a new body, the aura dissipates into nothingness and that's it. Fortunately, it's more like duplicating the soul than moving it, so the host does survive, but it does mean you can't really try again until the original host gets their energy back. Which could take months, as it leaves them exhausted and lethargic for a very long time." Ilorek Continued. "These symbiotes are the few exceptions. The ones that have been able to live for weeks outside of a host. The problem is, they need to feed constantly. They're like little ademane vampires. Leeches. If I let them out of the jar they'll latch right onto you and suck the life energy out of you. Won't kill you, but it could leave you pretty weak. Unless fed a certain kind of energy, that is."

"And that's why I'm here? To be fed to your leeches?"

"Skies above, no. I take care of their feeding needs. I have plenty of magical energy to keep them alive. But I have noticed that any sort of energy charges them up in different ways and in different amounts. If I just let them feed off me, usually by letting them into my body where they siphon my magic on their own terms, it takes them a while and then they are fine for a few days. But if I'm actively using magic, then it charges them faster and they hold that energy for longer."

Cynder grinned. "And let me guess, different emotions give them different properties. So if I'm angry, they feed off that energy it makes them aggressive. And the reason I'm so special is that sexual energy make them horny." She was pretty confident in her assertion.

Ilorek nodded. "Precisely. Not only that, but sexual energy is by far the most intense for them. Since sex is the fuel of life, it keeps them alive and does so for the longest amount of time. The problem is extracting them once they've latched on. There's more to the story than just leeching off your energy. They're not parasites, they're symbiotes. They give as well as they take. Sure, they feed off your magical potential and biochemical energy, but they also, uh, give you stuff back. Since they're made of pure ademane, they give massive boosts to your magical potential, as a conduit for aura."

"Confusing, but I think I get it." Cynder said, a bit of hesitation in her voice. "So why were you hesitant to call them symbiotes before? You said it might not be a scientific term."

"Because it's not consistent. One might leech off you, another might simply chill on or in you. Not every symbiote is the exact same. Some can alter your body chemistry or biology, effectively transforming you as they see fit. Some will give you features of their source, so if they came from an avian they might give you feathers while they're in you. If a snake, they might make your body malleable like a serpent. They might also influence you. Because they are the essence of a person or creature's spirit or aura, they have a mind of their own and I imagine they could take over the more weak-willed out there. Even I felt their more instinctual desires taking over my mind when hosting."

Cynder couldn't help but grin, imagining just what that meant for her. "And you wanna see what they do to someone who isn't as strong-willed as you?"

Ilorek shook his head, his expression dead serious. "No, again, I don't plan on using you as a test subject. If you wanted to you'd be welcome to, but that's not why I brought you here. I want someone I can trust to help out with the grunt work and labour, to help clean, and to care for the symbiotes while I am away. I must repeat, my intention is not to force you into being a lab experiment, but I fully confess that if you wanted to give it a shot it'd make for some good data."

"Kinky." Her mind raced as thoughts of all the kinky things that could be done ran through her. Naturally, this made her loins swell a bit, pressing out against her skirt.

"Indeed." Ilorek nodded. "But for now, I have to say the experiment is at a bit of a standstill because I've only been able to replicate the extraction on ferals. We've had plenty of livestock come through The Ranch and most of them have sexual energy to spare, like that one." He pointed to the largest of the symbiotes, one made of black and gold swirling marbled goo. "That's Ocerre. Our gender-shifting equine. They are one of our stars, and beloved by pretty much everyone who visits. I was able to extract their aura and replicate it, but now it's just a perpetual ball of energy seeking hosts."

He started to pace, the tone getting a bit more serious. "And therein lies the problem. There's where my snag comes in. I've only so far been able to successfully work on these fifteen subjects, and they just won't stay in a host. They can't stay outside of a host without eventually losing their energy and withering away, but if they stay inside a host too long they just drain all the energy available to them. They're potentially dangerous, and their consciousness means they're somewhat unpredictable. Plus, it's hard to translate feral auras and extraction methods to sentient auras and extraction methods. A sentient spirit requires so much more energy to stay alive outside of the host body, and that's why the only time I've ever been able to successfully do so was on the battlefield. Will to live is a factor."

Cynder interrupted him. "Okay, I was meaning to ask you about that. What battle? What war? There've been no wars anywhere around the world for nearly a century."

Ilorek stopped and took a step back. "Ah, yeah, I guess I should have been clearer. Let's just say I'm older than I look and leave it at that. There's a reason I had the funds to build this place and help establish the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic. Many, many years of investments. Alas, back to the symbiotes at hand. What I've done so far works for horses, ulokar, and laurossins, but not for dragons or gryphons or other agens. People. It's not the same. If I could ever get this to work, it'd save the lives of those who die too soon, it could revive the recently deceased before their aura runs out. But, if not done right...well, ademane zombies. Necromancy, as you said. So yeah, it's going to require a lot of work and a lot of time and a lot of money, but it's worth it."

"I guess." Cynder's eyes narrowed, not content with Ilorek's explanation of his age. But she knew better than to press too much. She saw an opportunity. "I suppose I'm in, so what do you want me to do? You're not gonna extract my aura, are you?"

"No, I don't know enough about you to know if you could handle extraction and infusion. I don't plan on using you in that way, so don't worry. As for today? Nothing. This was sort of just an orientation. Give you the basics. Once I've figured things out, I'll be sure to give you everything you need to help 'feed' them and keep them alive in my absence. But know that if they get out, well, it's better to have someone around. Fortunately, each one's mind is pretty weak compared to a sentient fellow. Might give you weird impulses but you won't lose yourself to them. And yeah, sexual energy is the key, so I'd be more than happy to help you with that."

She grabbed a jar and held it up to her head. The biggest of the jars holding the biggest of the symbiotes. "Could we?" She asked. "Would you be willing to let me feed them?"

A grin slowly formed across Ilorek's beak. "I would, and I'm glad you brought it up because I didn't wanna ask; I think I made that clear. Just one thing before you open that jar, though." He snapped his fingers. A moment later, the front door of the lab opened revealing a tiny bat girl with long red braids tipped with teal gemstones. Her bat wings were also her arms, hands functioning as the source to the long wing finger bones connected to her forearm and bicep. She had black, white, and brown fur, and was completely naked, a glistening barbell lanced through her clit, drawing Cynder's attention to her plump canine spade. "This is my wife, Val."

"Pleasure to meet you." Cynder said as she offered a paw. She saw that Valencia was nude and wanted to get to that same level. She preferred to not be constrained by clothes but tended to wear them in public. Now that they were underground in a secret sex symbiote lab, she felt it might be best appropriate to disrobe, which she did before Valencia made her way over. She tossed her clothes on a nearby bench and stood tall and proud, her sheath swollen and leaking with the excitement that had been building the more the fantasized about all the different ways the symbiotes could be enjoyed.

Valencia squeak-chirped and took Cynder's paw. "Pleasure's all mine. I hope you don't mind, but in order to go to the next step, I do need to double check and make sure you've got no ill-intent. You've been read by a psychic before, right?" She didn't even react to Cynder's disrobing.

Cynder nodded. "Yeah, Ceylon."

"Yes, yes. That makes sense." She paused and hopped up onto the table next to Cynder, leaning up close against her. "You have quite the labyrinthine mind, indeed."

"Wait, you're already-"

"Shush, let me do my work, darling." Valencia extended one of her wing arms to wrap around Cynder's head, yanking her back and forth while making sounds.

Ilorek stopped her. "You can stop with the silly theatrics. I'm pretty sure she knows that's not necessary." He seemed amused, if a little impatient.

Valencia playfully growled at him. "But the fake theatrics are fun!" She turned to Cynder. "You're good. I can tell you're not going to do anything stupid. It did take a bit more digging and mental organization to determine that - you sincerely do have quite the intricate mind - but I got what I needed. You're good. Just know that, if you do anything to betray us, well, use your imagination."

"Cut it out, Val." Ilorek said by flicking his wife's stumpy bat nose. "We don't wanna scare her away. And Cynder, darling, you seemed curious; would you like a demonstration?"

Cynder practically started buzzing with excitement. Her loins began to leak gooey fluids. "Yes, please! What exactly can I expect? Will it be kinky fun or just, you know, parasitey? And you said earlier they're potentially dangerous, but I assume not too dangerous if you're willing to show."

Valencia hopped over onto the next lab table, leaving some spare room for Ilorek and Cynder to do their work. She remained in a crouching position, deliberately leaning back to show off her spade.

"One can never know for sure. They literally have a mind of their own and are quite spirited. You have to undo the jar lid and see what happens." Ilorek explained. "Just know that, if something goes wrong, I will have to intervene. They can be dangerous but generally aren't, depending on what the host was feeling when extracted and what sort of energy I've been feeding them. Given my explicit interests, I'm pretty sure nothing will go wrong." He winked and grinned.

"Wrong? Naw, doesn't sound likely." And with that, and an audience of two, Cynder unscrewed the jar lid, slowly allowing the symbiote to emerge from its container, curiously poking and prodding in every direction until it felt Cynder's finger tips. Once it felt the kitsune's fur and flesh, it started excitedly undulating, tendrils of its own gooey mass playfully darting between fingers and wrapping around her arm.

She started playing with the gooey mass, rubbing it with her other hand and tugging the surface of its mass to see what it felt like. To her shock, the symbiote felt more solid than she was expecting. At least when she pressed down on it. While it looked like oobleck or some sort of gelatinous algae, it felt more like a salamander saurossin. Actually, the more she stroked its skin and gave it sensuous massages, the clearer it was that it felt like a leech. Soft and gooey on the outside with solid features inside. And most importantly, the firmness changed depending on how hard she pressed. When she gently caressed its skin, it felt slimy and soft, like tender inner flesh. But when she pushed down, it solidified like flexed muscle. Non-Newtonian, like corn starch and water, except alive.

Most notably, the thing could form any shape at will. Seeing as how it was a gooey mass devoid of internal structure, that made sense. How it managed to make those shapes and keep a firm interior without muscles or bones was confusing to Cynder, but she was well-educated enough to know that not all creatures adhered to what one might consider conventional logic. Lots of organisms had weird and unique modes of transportation; it made sense that something like a symbiote would be no exception.

Also, as she touched it, and the harder she touched it, the more pronounced a teal glow emanated from the point of contact. Very interesting to her curious mind.

While it explored her, wrapping around her arm and weaving itself through her fingers, she had to ask for clarification. "And you're sure they're not dangerous? Like, what exactly can I expect here?"

Ilorek hoisted himself up on the desk next to the shelves with the other fourteen jars. "That really depends. Since they have consciousnesses of their own, anything could happen. However, since their bodies are made of pure ademane hosting the creature's aura, they can read and sense energies of all types. That's why, even through the jar, they could sense your presence when you arrived. They could feel you, remotely. They just couldn't exit the jar. Fortunately all they need is energy, not oxygen. Because if I had to drill holes in the jars, they'd almost certainly get out. Maybe. I don't actually know their limits yet and I'm not yet prepared to test them. All I know is that they can enter any orifice to siphon your energy, Any orifice." He leaned in close and looked down at Cynder's exposed sheath and the bright purple cock flesh that poked out.

"Should I?" She asked, slowly lowering her arm so that the creature was within tendril's reach of her loins. "I mean, I don't see you stopping me."

"That's up to you." Ilorek said with a shrug. "I'm not going to force you into anything, but I do have a digital recorder to take down notes in the event something happens."

Cynder went to press her palm against her sheath, to see what would happen, but couldn't bring herself to do it. Her heart was racing and she could feel her pulse throughout her body but for some reason she lacked the gusto to just go for it. She knew what she wanted, so was she scared? No, that didn't seem right. Ilorek was right there and seemed pretty confident that they weren't in danger. She knew she was eager, this was the sort of thing she'd fantasized about in the past. She wasn't shy or bashful when it came to enjoying herself in front of others. So what was stopping her?

"If you don't want to, I'd understand." Valencia assured her, clearly reading some of Cynder's nervous energy. "I can tell you're hesitant."

"Not hesitant, just...I don't know." She didn't know how to put it into words. After a moment's worth of self-reflection, she huffed to herself and grinned. "It's just that this is something I've wanted for a very long time. I kinda wanted a bit more build up, you know? Like, anticipation. Prior to this morning I didn't even think of this as an option. I came into the Academy not knowing at all what to expect, and now here I am, with a goo creature thing wrapped around my arm, squeezing tight." She paused to clench a fist, the flexing of her muscle pushing out against the constricting symbiote, urging it to squeeze a bit more. It felt wonderful, so much so she couldn't help but fantasize about it wrapping around her cock.

The thought of it made her loins swell, pushing more of her length out. Part of her wanted to hold back, to make it wait, but she couldn't help it. The symbiote was perfectly throbbing and constricting her with each of her own heartbeats, accentuating her own excitement.

Then, just as she was about to say something to Ilorek about maybe waiting or maybe getting a bit more information before diving in, the symbiote pushed out a tendril from near her elbow, reaching out towards the tip of her cock. Before she could pull away or get control of the situation, the tip of the tendril lanced downward, the bulbous end of it slamming against her own member, quickly finding her urethral opening and swelling up inside like a knot.

She squeaked a bit, her kitsune yelp a stereotypical mating call of her kind. For a split second, the symbiote was tied to the inside of her cock and her arm, so her attempts to pull away just yanked at her own member, the pressure astronomically overwhelming for her. This not only made the lobe inside her cock swell even farther to keep itself from popping out of her urethra, but it also yanked the rest of her length from within her depths, her knot lurching out from her sheath with a juicy series of splats.

"Interesting, went right for membrane contact." Ilorek noted by speaking into his phone.

"Interesting how?" Cynder asked, only to be cut off from the answer when the symbiote leapt from her arm to wrap around her cock, the tendrils swirling around the base and extending down towards her sheath. Each one of them slipped up inside her, bulging out her sheath by filling up the space between it and the base of her cock. She tried to reach down to grab it only to realize that when she touched the symbiote itself, it felt like she was stroking her own cock. And that just excited her.

So, with this new information, she began slowly rubbing herself, one palm on either side as she caressed her length from knot to tip. Then, matching her, the symbiote clenched, the tendril inside her urethra plunging in and out with the bulb part pressing out wherever her palms touched her shaft. This made her toes curl and her tails flick behind her. The pleasure was so intense despite having just started that she couldn't help but fall to her knees, one arm up on a nearby table to keep her from collapsing.

"W-wow. This feels so-" She started, only to feel an incredible boost of pressure deep within her cock as more of the creature's body pumped itself into her loins through her urethra. The tendril tips that were exploring her sheath were shifting about, like tentacles exploring a crevasse, looking for somewhere to grab and tug the rest of it inside. She couldn't help but bite her bottom lip as her eyes rolled back in her skull and her knees parted, her pussy and balls nearly touching the floor of the lab.

Ilorek and Valencia both took a step back, observing. Ilorek took notes while the gemstones at the end of each of Valencia's braids began to glow. Cynder had no idea what was going on; she was too inundated with the warmth and pleasure coursing through her lower body.

As she tried to grab herself, to stroke herself to orgasm, she glanced down to see that the symbiote appeared to have disappeared. All she saw was her own cock, throbbing at full girth and leaking gloopy beads of black and gold mess out the tip. Did it suck itself up into her completely? No, that couldn't have been right, she would have felt that. It was only then, that she tried to decipher what had happened, that she realized that her cock was easily double - nay, triple - its usual size. It was so long it nearly came up to her neck, and the knot lobes were each as big as her fist! When she went to squeeze herself, her 'flesh' shifted and the colours swirled from her natural magenta to teal and back to the black and gold it was before it enveloped her.

The symbiote had latched onto her cock and fused with her flesh, becoming one with her for a brief moment before letting go again. That's why it took on the shape of her flesh and she felt the touch on its outer membrane like she was touching herself. The nerve endings must have been linked and extended through its form, emulating the same sensations but heightened.

"C-can I make a report?" She asked, gulping down in between feverish breaths. She had to stop to slurp up some drool as her tongue lolled out. She had to struggle to get out any words, as her mind was distracted between the overwhelming arousal and her innate need to offer insight for Ilorek's studies. "I think I've made a discovery."

Valencia leaned up close to her, pressing her cheek to Cynder's. "Don't worry, babe. That's why I'm here. I am reading your mind as best I can, you focus on having fun. We'll extrapolate data as needed." she stroked Cynder's bangs and kissed her on the snout before backing off again by hopping up onto a nearby table with a squat, her thick spade swollen and leaking; she must have also been experiencing some of the residual pleasure Cynder felt due to her reading her mind. That was speculation, though; Cynder was far too distracted to focus too much on that.

She tried her best to keep her composure but couldn't help herself. She fell forward onto her elbows and knees, tails up and legs spread as her cock tip pressed against the cool tile floor. She felt like the very air around her cock was as warm and snug as any tail hole, somehow both feeling the pressure of the symbiote wrapped around her and the tickle of a slight breeze. She was about to reach up under her orbs to pleasure her pussy when the Symbiote leapt off her flesh and landed with a splat on the floor. This gave her only a split second of reprieve where she could catch her breath and heave forward before it leapt back up and lassoed a few tendrils around her ball sack and tugged.

"Hngph!" She grunted, baring her teeth and curling her toes. The lab was brightly lit so she could see everything. Every tendril that extended out to pull the rest of the symbiote along, every undulation of its mass shifting within its membrane, every subtle shift in colour and texture as it found its way around her. Before long, the symbiote found itself completely wrapped around the base of her balls, squeezing tight with two tendrils wrapped around the underside of the sack, parting the two orbs from one another.

The all-around pressure felt wonderful, but not as great as the continued friction that came from the symbiote's constant grinding. Despite the fat that the creature held its shape - ironically like a cage around her orbs - it also felt like it was rubbing against her in waves and rotations, tickling her fur and teasing the flesh beneath as it melted into her pelt.

And that wasn't enough. As it continued to squeeze and tug, completely latched onto her groin, the symbiote then extended two tendrils, one in either direction. The first tendril slithered up along the underside of her sheath and wormed its way inside, extending around the base of her knot and forming a perfect loop there inside her sheath as deep as it would go. This created a cock ring, offering her the same shifting friction that felt like she was being stroked despite the fact that the symbiote held its shape. The second of the two tendrils slid down her taint to find its way into her pussy, wrapped around the fleshy spade before worming its way inside her, a knot-like bulb swelling to tie them together.

It was too much. It was almost overwhelming. As she lay there, breasts pressed to the ground, fists balled up to resist the temptation to cum, and the creature wrapped around her loins like living panties from pussy to cock, she barely had the wherewithal to not lose herself to the sensations. The only thing she could think at that time, from her position down on the floor looking up Ilorek's body, was that she'd love to have that massive horse cock inside her, stuffing the symbiote in deeper.

Of course, The symbiote seemed to read her mind. Just like before, when it reacted to her fantasies before she could speak them, it redistributed part of its mass away from her sheath and towards her spade, pumping in more of itself like a series of equine ejaculations that inflated the tendril inside her. The more that filled her up, the more intense the sensations. As the pressure grew, so did the warmth of friction that came from its surface grinding against her inner flesh. Then, like she fantasized, it wasn't long before she felt a sudden and intense swell deep within her, not unlike the ejaculatory inflation of a flare. But not only that, the bulb that locked them together also swelled like a knot!

She had it all, knot and flare, pressing out against her depths with a symbiote coating her loins from pussy to taint and anchored by a series of tendrils around the base of her balls. She once again tried to stroke herself only to feel a series of tendrils reach out and touch her finger tips before she could do so, another prefect response to her desires.

Throughout all this, the cock-extension inside her pussy just kept twitching and throbbing, emulating ejaculation as the knot lobe and flare swelled and receded. Nothing ever came out of it, but the sensation still felt like she was being seeded. And as this was happening, she slowly descended into her more feral lust. Her mind was swirling, her body was tingling with bestial awareness, and she felt her deep-rooted desires taking over.

She slowly bared her fangs, growled a bit, and clawed at the ground as she struggled to keep herself from climaxing. It wasn't difficult, as she was right on the cusp of orgasm and had been since the gooey mass was wrapped around her cock. But, despite that perpetual sensation of near-release, she never quite got that explosion of pleasure. She was trying to hold off at first, but once she began to lose herself to a more feral mindset she just wanted to explode. To seed whatever it was that was going to receive it, but she couldn't. Even as she bucked her hips and arched her back, she couldn't quite get to where she needed to be.

It was a strange sensation, and all of the conflicting desires came flooding into her mind. She wanted to cum but wanted to save it. She wanted to feel that seed pumped into her but also wanted it to hold off. She wanted to bare her teeth and growl and make cute foxy noises but also wanted to howl and roar, And, as her more scientific mind gave way to a carnal lust only a feral could display, she simply lost herself.

She reared up and then leapt from a kneeling position, kicking like a horse. When she landed on all fours, she shook her mane and snorted, hoofing the ground. She raised her upper lip like a stallion, then against all logic clenched her loins to have her pussy wink, clit rolling outwards and a gush of her fluids all getting absorbed into the symbiote. When she did this, she also raised her tail up, curling it over her lower back like a mare, then she reared up and kicked with both hooves again, this time hitting the corner of the table with all the symbiote jars on it.

The shelf wobbled and she spooked, leaping away with eyes wide and ears back against her neck. It was only then, in the split second before the jars fell off the shelf, that she had a curious thought about why she was acting like a horse. As time slowed to a near stop, her perception of reality altered and her desires conflicted, she realized what had happened.

As Ilorek had stated, it was Ocerre's aura that had been extracted and turned into this symbiote. The equine. The gender-shifting mare and stallion all rolled up into one. So, when it made a membrane connection, it must have slowly been invading her mind in a way that was influencing her. The more of it fused with her flesh, the more she felt like the source of the energy. The longer it held contact with her, be it within her sheath or pussy, the more like a horse she became. More specifically, distinctly like a mare or stallion. She bucked like a stud and curled her lip accordingly, she winked her pussy and flagged her tail like a mare. She spooked like a horse the moment her 'hoof' hit the table.

And this moment of clarity was all within the split second between the time her hind paw hit the table and the time the fourteen other bottles all lost their balance and fell to the ground, shattering upon impact. For that brief moment in time, she was herself again. Then, as soon as the glass shattered, the equine in her took over and she bolted halfway across the lab, knocking into other tables like a spooked horse. Out the corner of her eye she could see Ilorek and Valencia extend their limbs to use magic, a teal misty cloud catching most of the lab equipment and putting it back in place.

Odd that they stopped all the other equipment from breaking but not the jars with the symbiotes.

Cynder had only a few moments to try to reclaim her mind as she rolled over onto her back and shot her eyes from side to side, trying to find herself. The symbiote was still filling her cunt, wrapped around her balls, and invading her sheath, yet as time went on it felt less like an invading force and more like a part of her.

She barely had time to wonder what came next before the group of symbiotes all apprehended her, Some of them leaping over tables to hover over top of her while others formed a semicircle around her hind end. Each one still had a distinct color and texture, each one glowing a slightly different hue. Cynder couldn't help but shudder in delight as the symbiote inside her pumped more of itself into her hole, filling her up even more to the point where she felt like she was tied to a dire wolf!

At this point she basically gave up. She had no will to resist. Not that she wanted to, the sensations pumped deep into her were overwhelmingly positive, it was only the shred of her scientific mind urging her to slow down, to analyze the situation before letting it take her over.

But no, she had nothing left. No ability or desire to fight back. The semi-feral instincts that bubbled up in the back of her mind were taking over and all she could do was lay back, rest her shoulders against a nearby desk, spread her legs, and wag her tails towards the fourteen symbiotes all surrounding her.

Before she even got a full tail-wag cycle out, they leapt at her almost in perfect unison, the ones on the desk launching themselves in arches to land on her chest, the ones on the ground extending tendrils and rolling their way right onto her rump end. One ended up splatting right on her tailstar, with two or three more following to merge into one super-sized symbiote. One landed on each of her breasts, smothering them while tiny tendrils poked her nipple pores. Multiple ended up on her belly, connecting the ones on her breasts to the ones on her groin, while the rest all ended up somewhere in the middle.

Not only did they all land on her and slowly spread out to encapsulate everything from her chest to her loins, but the colours started swirling around, mixing up until every single one of them was mixed into one solid mass. Parts of it twitched and had its tendrils flail about, others focused more on Cyder's flesh, and all in all it was a mess of slimy goop that melted through her fur and caressed her flesh at every opportunity.

She could feel tentacles of the symbiote crawling down her legs, slithering like snakes and wrapping around her joints to eventually weave between her toes. She tried wiggling them to feel the slime through her digits but found that she wasn't moving anything at all. Since the symbiote was enveloping her, it wasn't hard to imagine she just lacked the muscle control. Especially given how tight it was around her. So tight in fact that she could barely move at all.

But she didn't mind. She threw her head back as part of the mass reached out to cradle her breasts, tendrils cupping the underside and extending to wrap around them completely while the parts that were on her nipples pulled away, causing a force of suction to tickle her flesh there. She could feel something tugging from inside, as the needle-thin tendrils invaded her mammaries and made them swell, similar to how they had knotted her cock and pussy prior.

While that was happening, more of the gooey black mass wrapped around the base of her tail, anchoring it in place while a pair of tendrils slipped into her tailstar. She felt her hole open up right as the base of those tendrils merged with the part that had smothered her spade, feeding more and more into her until she felt a lobe form inside her rump.

The goopy tendrils that were tugging on her breasts then merged at the base, wrapped around her shaft, and forced another probe deep into her cock, swelling somewhere beyond the base of her fully-inflated knot. She could feel it tugging on her from inside, giving her the pressure needed to cum if only she could release. Sadly, the plug ensured that nothing came out, yet as she felt her balls twitch against the cradle of symbiote that held them, she saw a mass pass through the symbiote out the end of her cock to feed the main part of the goopy mass that cradled her.

She was left in a state of bliss, maw open and head thrown back as she got pleasured in every orifice all at once. The mass had sealed up her rump and spade, pumping bits of itself deep into her to lock inside her while also caressing her balls and toying with her sheath. Part of it wrapped around her cock and forced its way into her shaft, the throbbing bulge of it at her tip connecting to two tendrils that extended to her breasts, the tiny tendrils invading her entrance there. The mass shifted, it squeezed and released, its surface constantly grinding even where it held its shape. It felt like everything was being rubbed, everything thrusting in and out of her even though that was not what was happening.

Moreso, she was lost in the slow descent into feral madness as she grew more distant from her physical form. She felt everything, but not just her own body, she also felt whatever the symbiote felt. The mass of it pressed down against the cold tile floor near her rump? She could feel that, even though her body wasn't actually touching the tile at any part. She could feel the slimy link between her breasts and cock. She could feel what it felt like both to have something in her cock and what it felt like being inserted into her own cock, somehow. She felt what it was like to have her loins - both tail hole and cookie - filled and knotted while also feeling the sensation of having multiple cocks all lodged into soft flesh, tied at different depths and feeling herself through her own walls.

It was almost too much. Almost scary. So, when she tried to resist, to see what she could do about maybe stopping the symbiote from completely invading her, she was shocked to see that nothing she did had any effect. Not to say she slapped the symbiote or tried pulling it away from her holes, but that when she tried to move to grab some of it, her hand didn't move at all. She was willing her fist to un-clench and reach out, but her arm wasn't moving. The most she got was a twitch of her thumb.

And that's when she realized she needed Ilorek's help. Unfortunately, that was the moment when the symbiote seemed to realize it wasn't going to be removed without a lot of effort.

Multiple tendrils reaching out from the mass that smothered her tail, the parts on her chest between her breasts, the pudde on the floor next to her, and from the tip of her cock all extended outward and right towards her open maw, plucking her cheeks and lips to the side, cascading between her teeth and around her tongue to force itself down her throat.

She did gulp, instinctively swallowing the mass in her throat before gagging a bit. But it was no use. The symbiote's firm core was not to be resisted and the soft fleshy membrane that lined its entirety just seeped into her throat flesh and felt like it was merging with her before more of it pumped its way through the gaping opening it created.

More and more, the gooey mass released from her chest, her cock, her sheath, and her tail to form one continuous mass the forced its way down her throat. At the same time, the tendrils that had cradled her balls and plugged up her spade released as well, alongside the stuff near her tail hole to enter her there. Both ends were plugged up, tailstar and gullet. And the more each of those masses slithered down their respective passages, the clearer it was that they were happy where they were.

Her belly gurgled as the two ends of the tendril met up somewhere inside her, giving her a bit of a bloat as it did so. She thought that was that, and that it would relax inside her, feeding off her sexual energy, but no. The symbiote didn't just enter her at both ends, each and every other one of her orifices from her sheath to her cock to her cunt and each of her nipples still had the mass inside, squirming and shifting around and making her skin undulate as they merged with her.

Cynder tried to call out, to ask if this was normal and if she should be concerned, but when she managed to shift her gaze to the side, she saw both Ilorek and Valencia standing over top of her, taking notes in their pads and phones. Ilorek was nude, now, and Valencia was standing on a desk so she was almost as tall as Ilorek. Cynder hadn't really noticed prior just how different they were in size.

"I know you can hear me, so listen up." Ilorek started as he squatted down next to her, his muscular, well-toned legs and massive equine member right next to her face. "You're going to be fine, but I imagine the symbiotes have taken over your body. Kinda. As I'm sure you figured out, the mucous membrane interaction allowed them to merge with your nervous system and thus get in your mind. That's how they know what you like and are happy to indulge you, as long as they maintain that contact. Keep in mind, this also means that they're likely draining you of all your energy, keeping you at the cusp of climax until you've got nothing left to give, charging them for another couple days."

Valencia hopped down and stepped right over top of Cynder's face, her cookie hovering above just outside of licking distance. The gem on the end of the barbell that lanced her clit glistened in the bright lights of the lab while glowing a gentle teal. "So, before that happens, we gotta find a way to extract them from you, and the only way to do that is to give them more energy than even you can offer. Might be hard since it's clear you've got a lot to offer. A whole lot. Wow, Ceylon was right, you definitely are a fantastic candidate for this." She then squatted down so that her pussy lips were resting gently right on Cynder's snout.

To Cynder's surprise, she was able to extend a tongue to probe the bat-hybrid's depths.

"There we go. Good girl." Valencia cooed at her while reaching down to stroke Cynder's flowing silver hair. "Have a taste, we'll help get those symbiotes out of you."

In spite of this reassuring bit of information, Cynder wasn't entirely sure she wanted the gooey masses extracted. They felt wonderful inside her, and while she would have loved to climax, the sensation of being right on the cusp of orgasm for all this time took her to the skies, where she found a bliss she'd never felt before. Even the masses that were squirming about inside her breasts was shockingly pleasant; that just wasn't something she expected!

While she had this thought in her mind, the flighty nature of all of the feral spirits inside her forced her to want to bail, to resist. But just as she lashed out, Ilorek grabbed her ankles and held them in place, forcing her legs apart as his growing cock swelled right up to have his tip tease her tailstar.

She could feel his flare pressing up against both her pussy lips and rump, where the symbiote retreated inside. This left her gaping but still feeling fulfilled. This doubled up when Ilorek used his fingers to spread her open and force his cock into her tailstar.

Even with the symbiote lining her walls, her flesh had no problems stretching to accommodate him. Even though his cock was as big around as her forearm - nay, her calves - he slipped in without warmup or lube, easily popping inside her and stuffing the symbiote deeper into her.

Ilorek then grabbed her by the hips and held her in place as he shuffled forward on his knees, easing and inching his member into her all the way past the median ring and almost to the base, where sheath met shaft. She felt so much pressure deep within her, yet it just felt wonderful instead of uncomfortable. The stretch was a huge part of the pleasure, so much so that even against the will of the retreating symbiote, she managed to push back and buck her hips into him, eager to feel even more of his mass inside her.

At the same time, she gained enough self-control to reach up and wrap her hands around Valencia's hips as the bat-lady sat on her face. Her tongue probed deeply, and right as she was about to pull back and nibble on the barbell piercing, she felt a lurch in her throat as the symbiote passed through her belly and up into her gullet, making her gag a bit. Within seconds, the symbiote's tendril extended out of her throat and right up into Valencia's pussy, like a double dildo they were sharing.

Valencia loved this; she grabbed Cynder by the ear and started grinding down on her muzzle, her pussy lips gaping wide enough due to the girth of the symbiote that the kitsune's entire snout coulda fit in that tiny girl! She just kept grinding and gyrating, each motion sucking more and more of the symbiote out of Cynder's throat and into her womb.

All the while, Ilorek was pumping into her, slamming that monster cock of his deep into her guts from the other side, giving the symbiote nowhere to go but Valencia's pussy. He was rhythmic, he was forceful, yet he was gentle somehow. Each motion perfectly controlled, not the wild bucks like a feral stallion. No, he kept a firm grip, he forced himself into her, and he gently pulled out with little room for variation.

Once he felt happy with that, having forced the symbiote from Cynder's depths and through her belly, he pulled out with a wet gaping slap only to then turn around and do the exact same thing to her throbbing, puffy pussy lips. He eased his member into her, no lube or help needed, and forced himself and the symbiote so deep that his flare popped into her womb, forming a seal that let none of the symbiote out.

The pressure around the rim of his cock head seemed to please him, because only a few seconds later his balls started twitching and his spongy mass began to swell and throb inside her. Only, instead of pumping seed into her, the pulsations along the underside of his shaft were going the other way. Starting at the flare and working their way to his sheath, his urethra sucked up the symbiote from inside Cynder, gulping it down with relative ease. There wasn't much in that hole, nowhere near as much as there was coursing through her booty passage.

Once his slurping shaft extracted all of the symbiote from Cynder's depths, he pulled away with another equally juicy squelch and pop to then immediately grab Cynder's cock and wrench it downward between her thighs like she was tying her partner. With one hand gripping the base of her cock right around the knot where it met the sheath and the other caressing her balls, Ilorek got to work. He massaged her orbs a bit, just enough to allow Cynder to feel the symbiote shifting around inside, then used his other hand to aim the kitsune's tip right into his gaping cock hole, her tapered tip finding his opening with ease.

By tugging hard and firmly, Ilorek was able to force Cynder's shaft into his own, the bulge of it forming a clear swell in his length along the underside. Only the knot remained outside, and Ilorek kept his palm pressed tight against one of the lobes while his fingers wrapped around the base of the knot, in absolute control of the situation as he slowly forced the knot into his cock and beyond the half-swollen flare with a lurch and a pop.

The moment the knot burst into Ilorek's urethra, it swelled up against the pressure of the cock flesh swallowing it down. Ilorek's flare expanded to full girth, tightening between knot and base to lock them together as Ilorek began to gently tug. This was a perfect tie, one that quickly brought Cynder to orgasm. A climax that ejaculated the symbiote from within her depths.

Such a strange eruption resulted in a steady tugging sensation starting in her balls and coursing through her body and shaft all the way to the point that it met up with the symbiote that was coursing through Ilorek's body. The hippogryph's balls were throbbing and shifting as the two tendrils merged, the shifting against his sack intensifying the more they tugged on Cynder's depths.

Above all else, it felt to Cynder like someone had reached into her cock, grabbed her balls from the inside, and were tugging them into her torso. This was weirdly pleasant, despite how uncomfortable that sounded. IT was the deepest, most encompassing pleasure she ever felt, teasing both inside and out as Ilorek's cock siphoned out the gooey mass from deep within her.

Valencia was almost done with her face-sitting endeavour. So she turned around while still grinding her pussy against Cynder's snout so that her tail hole was right above the kitsune's eyes. This could have been a fun way to give her something else to taste, but instead Valencia was more focused on leaning down and wrapping her lips around Cynder's breast, her vampiric fangs biting down as she sucked the symbiote out of each breast.

This would have made Cynder yelp in shock, having her chest punctured by bat fangs, but the mass of symbiote that was still worming its way out of her gut and into Valencia kept her from making any sound beyond muffled grunts and moans.

Fortunately for everyone involved, the last of each of the symbiotic masses seemed to escape Cynder at the same time. The bit from her belly burst from her throat and were slurped up into Valencia's pussy, leaving the bat's cookie looking like it was struggling to lay an egg or give birth, distended and stretched from within as she gained a pregnant belly look. The twin ones in Cynder's breasts came out within seconds, and the last of the bit in her balls burst into Ilorek's cock with a burst, akin to a proper explosion of ejaculation.

The second the last of her symbiotic cum broke contact with the flesh in her cock, she collapsed on herself, finally freed from its control the instant their nervous systems lost contact with one another.

She gasped and yelped in pleasure, her cock still lodged firmly within Ilorek's. Valencia hopped off her, looking swollen and full of symbiote both in her belly and her womb. To Cynder's shock, there were no puncture wounds in her breasts. She thought that's what happened, but it seemed that Valencia either healed her immediately or the symbiote somehow kept her from getting injured.

When she looked down to address Ilorek, she was greeted with the image of his intense yellow eyes staring directly into hers, his cock still wrapped around hers with distinct bulges where her knot and shaft would be. He didn't need to hold onto her, he just kept his body perched over hers so that his reverse equine ejaculations could siphon any fluid he could get out of her. Fortunately, with her writhing in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss, she had no qualms letting whatever seed was left inside her to fill up his balls, each of which were the size of a blitzball and writhing with the masses of symbiote swirling around inside them.

Her body had returned to normal, allowing her control over herself even as she was constantly assaulted by the body-rocking pleasure of her cock still inside his. This didn't last long, as once the symbiote was completely out of her, his flare began to deflate, releasing the pressure and allowing her knot to pop out with a burst of fluids. She tried to reach out, to keep the pair of them from parting, but it was no use. The moment her knot started to lurch out of him prior to the pop, he reared back and got to his feet, ensuring there was no chance they could stay tied. This left her on the floor, cock laying against her belly and her mind a swirling mass of delirium.

"S-so what was that all about?" She managed to get out between ragged gasps.

Ilorek grabbed her paw and helped her to her feet. "Ceylon send a great assistant, that's what happened." He patted her on the back, his retreating cock slapping her on the shoulder, smearing bits of equine fluids all over her fur there.

She liked the scent and wanted to steal a taste, but in her post-orgasm clarity she wanted answers more than anything else. "No, I mean, like, you didn't even try to stop the symbiotes from getting to me. What if they were dangerous?"

Valencia chuckled, slapping Cynder on the other shoulder, her bulging belly swiping her upper arm. "Oh, trust me, if I thought for a second that you didn't want them to pounce you, I'd have stopped them. Or at least tried." She leaned in close, her bat-like snout right up against Cynder's ear, licking him on the cheek while she whispered. "I think we both know you wanted that and would have resented me if I stopped it from happening."

Cynder's eyes narrowed. "Okay, fine, that's probably true. But, like, do you know more than you're letting on? Is there something here I need to know? I feel like I was not given essential information, here. So what's the real deal?"

Ilorek rubbed his balls and shrugged. "Everything we said is true, we just know they're a bit more playful and hungry for a very specific type of energy. Magic. We tried feeding them with pure potions, with ademane charging, and with direct enchantment. All of those worked, but nothing made them as excitable as sexual energy. Ceylon sent you to us because they knew you'd be down to explore. And we allowed it because we knew you'd be fine."

"So, like, this was all just a trick? Is there even a position open?"

"Oh, there's absolutely a position open. That's all real. We do in fact need someone who has enough sexual energy to feed them when we're not around. The potential risks of over-feeding are in fact quite real, but you won't die. You just might pass out for a few days as your body recovers. We still haven't found a way to transfer an aura from one person to another, because the two spirits will fight over the body. But when it's feral auras like Ocerre? Yeah, not quite as much control. You'd have figured it out in an hour or two. The will of a feral is not as strong as the will of an agen. Instincts are strong, but once you adapt for that, you'd have had it under control."

Cynder glared at each of them before laughing to herself. "So why'd you take them out? We could go for another round!"

"Not yet, dear." Valencia cooed at him. "The first time is pretty intense. If you're absolutely adamant about trying again, we can do so tomorrow, mmkay?"

"Psh, fine. I feel fine." Cynder countered. But as she went to take a step, her knees buckled under her and she was caught by Valencia.

"Sure you are. Come on, let's get you to barn. We set up a room for you before your arrival. It was fairly well predicted that this would happen."

Ilorek cradled Cynder and carried her out of the lab, Valencia up on his back.

Cynder glanced down once more to see both Valencia's rounded belly and Ilorek's massive twin balls. "So, what happens to them, then?"

"We'll let them out, hold them in containment. As they separate back to their individual auras, they will be put back in their jars until they need another feeding. You don't worry about that, you need sleep, and some ademane-rich fruit to replenish you. They can siphon your energy through any orifice that leads to a membrane. They got a lot of yours, since you allowed them into every hole. So many holes. Not a lot of people would allow that."

"Allow?" She asked, not sure how to respond any further.

"Yeah, the symbiotes aren't exactly mind readers, but once they make contact they sort of know what you want. Maybe not in pure and simple terms, but in ideas. Concepts. Feelings. We were watching, they probed each hole a bit to gauge your response before making any moves. If you didn't want it, say, down your cock, they woulda found another entrance."

She was finally feeling the fatigue set in as the trio of them emerged into the woods. "Makes sense." she muttered, only to have her vision go blurry, the last thing she saw being the red and black walls of the barn. Before long, she was lost to her dreams, and even in her slumber she couldn't help but dwell on everything she felt and saw and learned that day. She was curious about test subject number one, though. The jars had said two through sixteen.

This was only her orientation. She had a lot of work to do and a lot of experimentation ahead of her. She got the distinct impression there was so much more to this symbiote research and she was entirely correct there. A fun excuse to explore sexuality under the guise of science. A perfect storm of smut and study.