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Well, he didn't quite dive in, not literally. He did, however, shed some of the hesitation that marred his experience thus far. As Ceylon rubbed herself and widened her stance, parting her legs to ensure a lack of resistance, Ezra couldn't help but rub himself, peeling his sheath back and exposing more of himself. He was still a bit hesitant and didn't want to come across as too eager, so he gently placed a single hand on Ceylon's rump, using a thumb to tug on her flesh, parting her lips in the process. "Like that?" He asked, being deliberately cautious even as he felt her warmth on his palm.

She chuckled at him. "Oh dear, you're going to have to be a bit more assertive than that. I'm pretty stretchy but if you want in you're still gonna have to do some of the work. Here." She took the talon she was using to rub herself to grab him by the wrist and force his palm right up against her clit, his fingers resting between her lips, two even right inside her. "See? No need to be shy. That's not my style at all. You want something, I'm offering, but you gotta take it yourself." Her tail then whipped down and wrapped around his waist, the three petals of its gaping maw threatening to close around his cock. While it was somewhat intimidating, it also was quite enticing.

He gulped again, the warmth and moisture of her loins doing a number on his heart rate. He couldn't help but curl his digits, slipping a pair of fingers deep into her where he was able to gently slide up and down between her lips. To his delight, she not only was soaking wet with arousal but her flesh quivered against his touch, alternately clenching tight enough to almost force him out and relaxing enough it actually seemed to create a suction that nearly swallowed his hand. Naturally, this did help his cautious nature but he still couldn't help but over-analyze the situation. "So, this is it? Like, I endear myself to you, and you just lift tail? There's no catch?"

"No catch." She assured him while subtly shifting back into him. "At least not one that costs you anything. I do have my terms but Valencia has informed me you'll happily abide by them." She shook her rump back and forth, clit winking against his paw as her tail squeezed his hips tight.

Ezra pushed into her, his entire hand slipping between her lips with ease only to be forced back out when her walls clenched with enough force to make his fist pop out of her with a bit of an audible pop and squelch, a series of slimy beads of arousal splattering onto his chest. He was about to shake his hand free of the mess but instead held his palm up to his snout, sniffing it to really take in some of the subtle equine aroma. It was quite a bit more powerful than he initially thought, a scent that inundated his nostrils. Only once he took a moment to absorb this, did he respond. "What are the terms?"

She winked her clit again, the force of her pelvic twitch peeling each of her lips back to show the soft mounds of her inner flesh teasing at her opening. "Silence."

"O-Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to ruin the mood." He hung his head, then reached out to caress her folds once more.

"No, no. I mean silence beyond this. I don't want you telling people what happened here or what you learn. I don't want every random kinkster coming to me hoping to explore my womb in an attempt to change who they are. I only want to help those who are already in dire need of a change or I feel deserve it. Plus, I'm sure you'll see a side of me you didn't expect. An intimacy only shared with this sort of deep, physical contact." Ceylon got down onto her belly, tail still up and hindquarters still slightly elevated so that they were angled up at him. This encouraged him to kneel behind her. "Trust me, it's quite the interesting experience. Enjoy it as best you can."

He knelt behind her, as she was insisting. From this position his cock was just at her rump level, even though she was much larger than he was. Her form was equal to a very large horse, a draft mare given the shape and size of her pussy and tail hole, but he was also a leggy, tall maned wolf. Being on his knees gave him a tonne of leverage. So, curious, he grabbed the based of his cock near the knot and laid his tip on her clit. "Is this okay?" He didn't want to impose by getting too sexual if she was doing this as a favour. He didn't know her boundaries or limits.

She nodded. "You can do whatever you want, sweetie. Look, I know there's a rather interesting dynamic going on here, but you need to know I practice what I preach. I live a life endorsing free but safe love and open affection. I see no reason to be ashamed or modest, and while I respect your boundaries I insist you not feel the need to be modest around me. You can't hurt me, you can't offend me, and since I am able to read minds and emotions, you can't surprise me." She swayed her hips again, deliberately dipping the small of her back to better angle herself up at him. "I want you to pretend that we're best friends, like we've got history that would make you comfortable doing whatever you want."

"Anything?" He asked, his cock literally swelling as he asked. The concept of a no-limits session with someone as malleable and as plump as Ceylon was almost overwhelming. He nearly shot his load right then and there as his shaft came to rest between her lips like a sausage between buns. "I mean, I can be pretty kinky you know. I'd dare not overdo it."

Ceylon shifted her weight and angled herself while winking in a way that actually opened her up and sucked his cock tip right into her. Once she felt his flesh sinking between her lips, she backed up to ensure she swallowed all of him to his knot. "Oh really? Well, I challenge you to try. I've been around so much longer than you that I've seen and done it all. I have so very few limits and based on what mind-scanning I've done of you, none of them are anywhere in your area of interest."

In truth, he was just mildly uncomfortable having Ceylon rummaging around in his mind, but the counter to that was that he had nothing to hide. No reason to hold back. It took him a moment to allow himself to relax, but with her pussy lips literally sucking his cock as they waited, it was hard to not lean into it and bury his knot as well. So of course that's what he did. The moment he felt comfortable, he leaned into her with one hand on each of her rump cheeks and pressed his hips to hers, relishing the sound of her flesh sliding over his, bits of gooey mess bubbling out of her. The bit of air he trapped inside her had nowhere to go, and it came out with bits of natural lubricant.

He threw his head back, shocked at just how snugly her pussy held his member. He was by no means poorly endowed but she was so much bigger than him he thought that he'd slip between her folds with little to no resistance. And yeah, she was definitely stretchy and malleable without much in terms of friction, but once he as hilted with his sheath rubbing against her velvety lips, she clenched her muscles and squeezed tight around him, so tight that when he went to pull and tug out so he could thrust into her once more, he couldn't extract his knot! As her clit winked and her walls constricted, he was virtually tied to her like he would be to a bitch of his kind!

"H-hey! Might wanna hold back, eh? I really don't know if I will last too long." He managed to huff out between ragged gasps. His whole body shuddered as he tried to lean back, the pressure on the base of his knot exactly the sort of friction he needed to climax quickly.

"My apologies." She cooed at him, then immediately relaxed her pelvic muscles. The sudden lack of constriction mixed with his position leaning back meant that he popped right back and nearly fell on his rump, leaving her slightly gaped. She winked her clit at him, sealing herself shut and forcing a thick glob of fluid to cascade over her pussy lips.

He caught it before it landed in the straw that lined the stable's ground. He didn't want to waste it. "That's okay though, right? I mean, I should have asked permission before penetrating yo-"

"Everything is okay, hun. I told you, explore me. Have your fun. Pretend we're old friends and I've given you free reign to do whatever kinky or outlandish thing you can think of knowing I'll be fine. Or, just do it. Don't pretend anything." She reached back with her talons, wrapping each one around a rump cheek with her claws prying open her thick, equine-styled lips. She spread herself open, gaping her pussy from opening all the way into her womb, past her cervix. The way she was laying, with her lower back dipped and rump angled up, the light from the dim barn's main source pierced right into her, accentuating the deep bright red of her insides against the glistening black of her outer lips.

Ezra could see into her, a snug and cozy-looking passage he couldn't help but want to explore. "O-okay. It's just that I've never done anything quite like this before. I have to make sure. And you're you, so I feel like I have to justify myself or something." He remained hard as he spoke, grabbing himself by the knot and using that leverage to rub himself against her clit. As he did so, slapping her flesh with his own, a tiny bead of her natural fluids managed to get him right between the nostrils, inundating him with her scent. Naturally, he licked it off and immediately found his faculties lessening.

She smelled and tasted of mare with just a bit of muskiness akin to a predator like a wolf or a bird. Naturally. Not only that, she tasted slightly sweet, acrid yet earthy at the same time. "So, just to be clear, anything goes?"

"As long as you're not actively trying to hurt me, yeah. Go wild. I cannot over-emphasize just how willing I am to let you have your way with me." She waggled her hips and winked her clit, her vulva peeling back to caress the underside of his shaft as she did so.

"Much appreciated." He wanted to say more, to warn her that he was losing himself to what she offered, but with each passing second where her aroma wafted up to envelop him, accentuated by the intensity of the tiny drop that hit him on the nose, but he couldn't. He was rock hard already, knot fully formed and loins tingling with delight.

Eager and hungry, he shuffled backward and grabbed her haunches with each of his hands, parting her cheeks to gently spread her open as he, literally this time, dove right in, burying his snout between her lips. To his delight, he felt little to no resistance as her vulva passed over his muzzle all the way to the bridge between his eyes, her clit winking against her chin to squeeze his jaws shut. Still, given his feral thirst, he managed to part his lips and extend his tongue as deep as it could go, lapping at the slick mess that lined her walls.

She was so much bigger than him. Even with his entire face buried under her tail, her lips were only slightly stretched to accommodate him. Her flesh was rippled as it distended, but it didn't look all that extreme to him, not even from his distorted perspective up so close. No bigger than if an appropriately sized stallion mounted her. Which is exactly how he felt, like a stud. This internal fantasy coaxed him to begin shifting his head back and forth, using his muzzle to thrust in and out of her; with each new motion he felt her walls quivering and relaxing, flesh stretching a bit wider to take more.

Ceylon kept winking, her passage intermittently constricting around him and threatening to make him bite his own tongue; somehow her timing was perfect and the clitoral winks only came when his tongue was retracted back into his mouth to deposit all the fluid he could collect. She barely moved, however. Beyond the pelvic muscle control and the subtlest of hindquarter shifting to better angle herself, she mostly stayed stoic, true to her promise to let him have his way with her.

Curious to test her - not to push her to her limits but to see if she was as capable as he hoped - he brought both hands up between his chin and her flesh, both palms cupping her meaty clit from either side. He tugged on her flesh with both hands while nuzzling into her, gaping her in three directions and clearing a path from her lips all the way into her womb. A bit of air seeped into her but then was forced back out when she clenched, forcing more of her fluids to sputter all over his face and neck and chest.

It seemed, to Ezra, that she had not come anywhere near her limits. Even with both hands inside her squeezed up against his chin, she still was able to stretch and dilate farther without much effort on his part. She somehow managed to go from being so loose she stretched effortlessly and without apparent limits to being so tight she could keep him from pulling out, depending on what she wanted. He never realized this was what he wanted but it was clear that this dichotomy was perfect for his fantasies. Knowing this, he leaned into her with all his weight, no longer on his knees but on his toes with his rump up and claws digging into the ground to force himself into her.

He nuzzled and shifted, trying his best to ease his head beyond her lips. He pried at her pussy with both hands, sliding around her vulva and clit from posterior to anterior brim, ensuring her flesh didn't catch on his fur or that her natural fluids didn't run out. However as he was doing this and just as he felt her walls relax enough to lurch beyond his ears, he felt his one hand stop in place, his fingers caught on some flesh.

Ezra stopped himself from pushing his face in any deeper but did halt in place, her distended flesh muzzling him and her clit rhythmically squeezing his wrist against his throat. He curled his finger a bit against her lower anterior wall, teasing and testing to see what it was. She was on her belly, he'd found a hole in the floor of her vagina.

It took him a moment to realize what it was, but it didn't take him too long to realize he'd slipped into her urethra, a port usually sealed off with a valve when mating. And, just like the rest of her, that passage was as stretchy and malleable as he thought possible. He did pause, fingering that hole a bit to see if she reacted negatively; he had no way of knowing if she was into sounding but did know she made it clear she was open to just about anything. This would be a true test.

So he slowly pulled his face out of her while continuing to slide his tongue up and down her folds, each stroke parting her lips and revealing the juicy pink of her depths. He kept his two fingers inside her urethra, then rotated his hand a bit to tease her walls before adding a third. Then a fourth. Before long he was shocked to feel that the pocket of flesh between her canal and clit was distended and bulging within her; he was literally fisting her urethra!

With what knowledge he had of equine reproductive anatomy - something he was relying on given her mare pussy - he twisted his fist inside her so that he was palm down and began alternately balling it up and splaying out his fingers, doing so in waves so that each fingertip danced on where her G-spot would be, assuming he was in her cunt instead.

Almost instantly he felt her walls constrict around him, clenching around his wrist and holding him in place. Not only were the pelvic muscles that controlled her pussy walls twitching and squeezing, but the flesh around his hand also seemed to be stretching around him, like she was tugging on either side to hold him in place!

He tried to grind, to twist around inside her only to feel her walls relax and squeeze back and forth. Then, all at once, she let out a deep, rumbling howl as she arched her back and pushed with all her might, the force of her pelvic muscles shooting his hand out of her with an eruption of fluids. A veritable explosion of slimy mess burst from her depths to soak his chest from neck to groin, the slick mess of it really sticking to him without dripping off.

Ezra stood there, arms out in surprise. His cock was harder than it had ever been but he still couldn't help but laugh a bit, astounded that not only did she allow that but that she loved it so much she had an explosive orgasm that shotgunned him right in the chest. "Okay, so you meant it-" He started, but then stopped himself before finishing as the sudden intensity of her natural scent completely enveloped him, triggering a more carnal lust that quickly took over.

Before he could move or act, she trilled at him over her shoulder. "I told you, now come on! I'm pretty divine but I only have so much lubricant before it starts to run out. I mean, okay, there's literally barrels full of the stuff upstairs but ... just don't make me wait!"

While he wasn't sure if it was a command or just his instincts taking over, he dove right back onto her, cock first as he buried himself between her lips again. Her clit winked against his balls as he slipped his hand inside her as well, stroking himself inside her while seeking her urethral opening. The moment he found it, he eased back and bucked into her, forcing his knot to pop beyond her entrance with ease. Like before, she clenched up the moment he hilted himself, locking him into a tie before twitching and milking him. Only, he never came. Despite being brought to the edge of climax within only a few expertly timed strokes of his length from knot to tip, he didn't finish.

It was almost like he was just marginally numb enough to keep it from happening. He could feel everything, the friction of her urethral walls continued to massage his length, but he never quite got to that point where he filled her bladder.

Unfortunately for him, this pleasure was short lived. She clenched hard again and pushed with all her might, forcing his knot to burst from her depths with another burst of fluids. He kept his shaft inside her by not allowing himself to stumble backwards, which allowed him to keep grinding into her even with her trying to force him out. But, like before, this didn't last long. Her tail wrapped around his waist and actually pulled him out, leaving him to stand behind her, fluids slowly dripping down his chest and upper thighs as he licked his lips.

He got a good look at her pussy, which was pushing itself out a bit, her tail hole swollen and her lips puckered up with just the subtlest hint of red of her insides revealed. She was begging for him and it was clear there was no more time for subtlety. He knew what he wanted and how to get it, and he could tell she had no limits but wasn't keen on waiting any longer.

After cracking his knuckles and leaning into her once more, he slipped both hands into her, palms out, and spread her open as far as she could go. She gaped all the way to her womb, easily about a quarter meter across - one could probably shove a blitzball up there - which was still pretty snug but doable. He slid his one hand down so that he could wrap his thumb around her clit to caress and knead it while his other hand went up to do the same against her plump tail hole. This made her gape more of a slit than a perfectly dilated circle, but she was still incredibly soft, tender, stretchy, and needy.

Her walls were soaking wet, each clench of her loins forcing out more fluids he collected to smear all over his face and upper body. Then, after finally waiting long enough, he balled up both fists into one, twisted them and rocked them from side to side just beyond her vulva, and slowly pushed himself into her depths. He dove between her lips, using his body's height as leverage to wriggle and writhe and squirm his way into her depths.

Somehow none of this felt as strange as it would have any other day. Deep down he knew this was odd, peculiar in ways he couldn't articulate at the time, but he didn't care. Not only did he not care, any intrusive thoughts were quickly discarded as he once again returned to her depths, focusing on the sensation of her quivering, tender walls sliding past his wrists, over his forearms, around his elbows, and right up to his shoulders where her posterior flesh also enveloped his snout and face. Everything around him went dark, her walls entombing him and eventually getting to a point that the fluids of her arousal filled his ears and muffled all he heard.

This sound was replaced with a nearby churning and a rhythmic throbbing. As her pussy walls sealed around his head, he could hear her heartbeat and the pumping of her blood, all tinged with a weird sloshing sound that accompanied her every vaginal contraction. He could see nothing but the diffused pink as what little light made its way from around him, and he could hear only her bodily functions while her depths swallowed and sucked him up.

He kept clawing at the ground, pushing into her until he felt her vulva stretch and dilate around his shoulders. The moment her flesh passed his widest part, he lurched in with ease, her muscular ring squeezing around his upper chest while her clit winked against his belly and her depths spurted fluids up and down his chest. He was soaked, well lubricated, and he could feel his fingertips extending into her womb through her shockingly wide-gaping cervix. It was clear she wanted him, and her body's internal rhythms ensured he was actually tugged in with each wave of constriction.

Her pussy clenched at the opening first, sealing him in place before a wave of muscles went up his body, swallowing him while also adjusting him in a way that ensured he best found his passage into her womb. Then, just as he was trying to worm his way deeper, she hoisted her body up so that her pussy was as high as it would go - so high even he no longer felt his feet on the ground - as she let gravity aid in her encapsulation.

Ezra kicked the air and shimmied his whole body, tail wagging and entire upper body grinding against her walls. The firmness of her cervix passed over his wrists and forearms as he felt her vulva puckering up to slide past his belly. For a brief moment, as his hips met hers, he managed to clench his loins so that his cock was punned against his lower belly, enjoying the sensation of her clit caressing its underside as it passed into her. He did feel his tip tease her urethra on the way in but he knew that would just keep him from going in deeper, hooking him on that part of her, so he reluctantly twisted his body inside her to keep that from happening.

All at once, he went from being belly down to laying on his back within her. At the same time, he also found that his elbows had passed her cervix and he had emerged into a far roomier womb. So, he spread his arms, used that as leverage, and pulled the rest of himself in with ease. The sensation of her walls squeezing his torso, hips, and legs all at once all while passing by the underside of his shaft was almost enough to make him climax before that final lurch into her womb, but alas he was still just left on the cusp, unable to finish.

Right as he felt his ankles pass into her womb, her cervix closed behind him, sealing him there. Despite him being in a snug, warm, wet, fleshy blanket, he felt like he had a lot of room to move. Her walls were even stretchier and more malleable than her pussy walls with less in terms of muscles keeping everything in place so he had no issues stretching out, kneading her, and exploring her without resistance. He could feel the rest of her insides pressed up against him from beyond her womb's walls, so he continued to shift until he found a perfect spot, his head resting on a mound of her like a pillow while his legs were splayed out and semi-curled in a fetal position.

As he was doing all that, the beat of her heart and the churning of her guts nearby and inundating him, he found another hole. A tight vent to another passageway. It wasn't her cervix, at least not the one he passed through on the way in. No, his tail tip and paws were still kneading at that ring of firm flesh as it sealed up behind him.

But, while he used his hands to tease and poke and prod it, he found it was in fact another entrance to her womb! He wasn't entirely sure, as he could see nothing but black and hear nothing but her internals sloshing about, but he assumed that must have been her tail maw. It was a wild guess, she hadn't confirmed or denied it, but that was a logical explanation; the tail's gullet had to go somewhere.

Of course, he did what any hyper-aroused wolf would do in his position. Inside her womb, he shifted in place and bent his knees so that his ankles were against his rump, toe claws bulging her belly out through her abdomen and knees grinding against her cervix and vaginal canal. He sloshed about, grabbing his cock with his one hand and used the other hand to keep hooked on that second hole. Once he had found both, he forced his cock tip into the hole, easing his member into it until the firm ring of flesh was resting on his knot, but not lurching past it.

Then, to his surprise, her walls contracted around him using muscles he didn't even realize she had, forcing that tight donut of flesh, her second cervix, to pop beyond his knot and squeeze tight around the base. The sudden and intense pressure made him whimper and whine inside her, somehow not suffocating despite her fleshy walls entombing him while her fluids filled his every hole. He grabbed his balls to hold off on his orgasm, even though he assumed it wouldn't come. But he was wrong. Before long, the sensual caress of her walls and the body-rocking delight of her cervix tying with his cock brought him to the most permeating, intense orgasm of his life!

Ezra felt his balls drain, torrents of his built-up seed erupting from his cock tip to cascade throughout her second passage, to where he couldn't be sure. All he knew was that it felt like he was releasing a month's worth of his essence all at once, literally quarts of it just filling whatever was tightly wrapped around his member.

He bucked, his toes curled against her fleshy mounds, and he whimpered and moaned as her cervix milked him for all he was worth. It felt to him like she was somehow extracting more than he could possibly have produced, buckets of the stuff, all having built up thanks to a solid hour of edging and grinding and near-misses. It was all coming out at once, a gooey, slimy mess of Ezra bursting through Ceylon's second passage.

And then, just as the post-orgasm bliss permeated him, things started to feel strange. To feel weird. He could feel her womb squeezing tight around him, churning and caressing his every strand of fur and every patch of his body, yet at the same time he felt nothing. Like he was floating in an endless ocean of air. He could sense the fluids soaking him to the flesh, yet he felt dry He felt tightly hugged by her walls but also felt like he could move freely.

His mind, once ravenous with carnal lust, drifted off into a semi-lucid state of bliss. Half conscious, half lost in that realm between dreams and a deep sleep. Where he felt disassociated, like his spirit was somehow leaving his body. Was this what it felt like to die? No, he could still move his body and feel his flesh caressing hers. No, this was different. He was not in any sort of danger, but he still felt unlike he ever had before.

Of course, he'd never been swallowed by a massive gryphon cunt, either. All of this was quite new to him, so he had to take each bit on its own. But this was still a sort of all-encompassing mental state he didn't quite know how to handle.

With each passing second he simultaneously felt less of himself and more of everything around him. Like he was melting into Ceylon's flesh, the two merging into one. While comfortably snug within her womb, he suddenly could 'see' everything outside. He could see her tail, curled up next to her and drooling cum like it had spewed it up after a party. That was his cum, and it was literally buckets. He could 'see' the stalls, and the light fog of hot breath swirling around. As best he could tell, this was literally him seeing through Ceylon's eyes as she watched her tail hack and spew out more and more of Ezra's essence.

Boy did he produce a lot. It just seemed to keep coming.

But what intrigued him most was a sudden sense of awareness he felt all around him. Memories that weren't his bubbled up in the back of his mind. He saw images of ancient Arrenthian statues and temples being built, of massive red-scaled kaiju dragons erupting from the sea to combat an equally large otter. He saw visions and spliced together memories of the orient and tall castles and from a time when dragons were the size of mountains. When some gryphons were just as large.

Against all logic, as these memories and hazy images faded in and out of his consciousness, Ezra began to understand do much about Ceylon. Who she was. Why she had the history she had. How she was able to do the things she could do. And most importantly, what she wanted of him in return for this act of altruism.

She was eternal. These memories came from as far back as the first era. She wasn't just old, she had existed for many, many centuries. She was there for the creation of ancient monoliths and historical events. She survived it all, honing her craft, somehow besting the ravages of time to become stronger than anyone thought possible. She and the others at the barbecue were all there in almost all of these images, these memories.

Ceylon wasn't just a CEO of a potions company, she was a driving force in history with the aid of the others at the party. Each of them a key member of a team that persisted beyond the life any of them would have lived otherwise. That was the trade off. Ezra was to keep his mouth shut. He was not to speak a word of it, to spill the truth or share any of it in the article.

Not like he could, anyway. Like any dream, the images were fleeting, incomplete patchwork memories and what he assumed was aspirations. Not all of it was true, even memories were unreliable. He had no way of deciphering what he saw or felt or how it impacted him, he had only the deep-rooted knowledge that it was all true. That there was so much more to Ceylon and the others than he imagined.

And that was why, when he felt the walls suddenly jerking around him, he was violently taken from his dreamlike state. It felt like no time had passed yet also felt like he'd slept for days. His cock had in fact retreated back into its sheath, something he only noticed when he reached down to caress himself. But, as he wrapped his hands around his balls, he felt something new between them and his tail hole.

His mind lit up but he didn't have enough time to confirm or deny his thoughts before another contraction shifted him around, making him curl up into a fetal ball until his snout found her dilated cervix.

While he remained excited and happy, his arousal had mostly dissipated due to having been put into a semi-lucid state. The caress of her walls and the massage of his body as he was passed through her birth canal was pleasant, but it was more about comfort and coziness than anything sexual. Even now, in the wake of all that had happened, the miracle of birth was magical, not sexual. Sensual, not lewd or kinky.

Still, as her abdominal wall squeezed and forced him to slide through her birth canal, her walls passing by his cheeks and chest and shoulders until he burst into the relative cool of the night air, he couldn't help but try his best to relish the last of her depths squeezing him tight. Like a hug.

But the moment his shoulders emerged from her lips, the rest of him lurched out after and into a gooey mess on the ground, the thickest part of him having passed through the last hurdle. He ended up curled in a ball, spine bent and tail curled up like he was in an egg. A moment later, he gasped for air and started coughing, hacking up the fluid from her insides while he got onto all fours and let his lungs drain. Only once he felt a bit of relief, the mess of it all having escaped him, he looked up.

And he saw Ceylon, standing tall over him, a gooey trail of birthing fluids wrapped around the room linking the puddle Ezra knelt in to her gapey, messy pussy. She was smiling down at him, her eyes doing more of the work than her beak or cheeks. "So, do we have an agreement?"

Before answering, he reached up between his legs once more, spreading his thighs to ensure they didn't get in the way. Then, as he felt the triangular vulva between his orbs and tail hole, his eyes lit up! She did it! He had the parts he wanted! And without any loss to what he already had! "Y-Yes!" He managed to cough out between flecks of fluids. "Can I hug you?"

She said nothing, only nodding.

He leapt to his feet and wrapped his slime-covered arms around her neck, holding her tight as he did his best to not squeeze his legs too close together. While it wasn't overwhelming, the sensitivity of his new parts was palpable and he imagined it might take a while to adjust. He wanted to explore himself, to take some time and really test what his new parts could do, but Ceylon seemed intent on keeping things moving.

"You should clean yourself up then join us by the bonfire." The gryphon purred, preening him around the neck and half way down his spine. "There's a hose, if you want to do that. Hope to see you there." She then pecked him on the cheek and slipped out of his arms, standing tall one last time before slipping out of the barn, her tail maw closing the door behind her.

Ezra couldn't be sure, but he assumed hours had passed. The sun had completely gone down, he could hear the faint crackling of a bonfire going in the distance, and all he could do was fall to his knees in the puddle of gooey slime that he'd been birthed alongside.

A small part of him wanted to weep, the joy of his true form being realized, but he stopped himself before shedding a tear. If Ceylon was telling the truth and this was permanent, he had the rest of his life to explore himself. Right now, he felt it to be rude to not enjoy the host's hospitality.

So, even though he could barely keep his hands off himself, he found the hose Ceylon had guided him towards, and he propped it up like a shower to clean himself off. Naturally, taking extra special care to test his depths, how many fingers he could handle, and how sensitive he was. What took him most by surprise was that his triangular spade-shaped vulva seemed to have a barbell lanced through it, right through his own petite clit.

Part of him wanted to question how that was possible, but instead he finished cleaning up and chose to join Ceylon, Ilorek, and the others. He had time to ask, and still had an interview to get from her! The night was young but there was so much life left in him.

Little did he know just how much he'd experience.