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Upon emerging from the barn, he noticed a few more folks milling around the growing bonfire. In addition to the ones that were already there prior to his rebirth, he saw a large black dragon, a blue dragon with orange frills, a brown bipedal dragon with a metal arm, a brown stallion, a nude mare, and another pink dragon. He recognized Rime and Neera, the pink dragon and mare, respectively, but none of the others.

He was actually a little surprised to see the none of them turned to greet or address him. They all sort of accepted his presence and went about doing what they were doing. Some were swimming in the pond, some were over by the barbecue eating meat, others were simply reclining on various chairs, and some were playing various yard games to keep themselves busy. It was just a normal party.

Except now Ezra knew a bit more behind what was going on. His time inside Ceylon had blessed him with knowledge he didn't know how to handle, at least not all at once. When he initially arrived at the party he recognized about half the visitors as cosplayers or folks using transformation potions to shift into images of the twelve Deities of Dalon. Ancient mythology was a pretty common trope for themed parties, so this was pretty strange to waste a transformation potion on, but it wasn't impossible. He'd heard of weirder things.

But after getting a bit of a mental link with Ceylon prior to rebirth, he learned the truth. These weren't elaborate, transformed cosplayers. They were the real thing. Not gods, though; just immortal folks who were worshipped as gods. That's why Ceylon asked for Ezra's agreement. To keep this secret to himself. Not like anyone would believe him, but as he stumbled over to the bonfire, his feet dragging along the lightly damp grass, it all felt normal to him. It all made sense.

That was why Ceylon had so much power. That's why each of these folks held some form of office or were in politics. Yelena and Sanfrit were the rulers of the nation named after them, and they weren't named that for some lineage or honour to the Gods, even though that's how they were presented to the public. No, they were the real thing. Same with Talba and Vaulix, king and queen of Arrenthen, not named for the deities of legend, but the real thing. All of them. And he knew this.

Granted, Ceylon never came out and told him this. She never took him aside and explained this so there wasn't much in terms of proof to back him up even if he wanted to leak this to the world. It was a feeling he got, like waking up in the middle of a dream that felt so real and was so clear in your mind you don't know the difference between fantasy and reality. Only this was a deeply-rooted certainty that wasn't going away and fading like a mist as the moments passed.

He knew. He was sure of it. But there was that slight sliver of doubt creeping up in the back of his mind. Was it real? Was it a dream? Was it all just his fantasies mixed with his esoteric, uncertain final thoughts before being swallowed up by the gryphon's hind end? He had no way of knowing, and in a way he didn't want to confirm or deny. It ruined the magic. The ethereal knowledge was what made it feel more naughty, more secretive. Like he wasn't supposed to know even though Ceylon confirmed.

Finally, he made his way to a lawn chair and laid down, fully nude and exposed. Again, nobody seemed to take notice of him until Ceylon rolled over on the Leera coils, smiling at him.

"So, I see you're nice and clean, do you want to get on with the interview?" She purred at him.

Ezra remained a bit scatterbrained, not sure how to respond. He fumbled around, trying to remember where he left his phone when he found it under his seat. He thought back and wasn't sure he actually put it there, making him think someone else left it for him. "Uh, yeah. I guess. I got a few questions for you. No big deal. Not sure if I should even be asking them anymore, to be honest." He got the phone ready and started recording.

And there, by the fire as the sun went down and the stars came out, Ezra finally got the long-awaited interview with Ceylon he had been trying to get all day. After the first question in Ilorek's office, the rest seemed kinda bland and somewhat underwhelming. It started out with the usual questions about Ceylon's past, what inspired her to get into potion-making, why she chose to keep her gender a secret. Usual stuff. Over the course of about an hour, Ezra managed to get Ceylon's entire life story, from her young life all the way up to founding NoThEn Labs and the subsidiaries it invested in.

But none of it felt real. Ezra knew that it was mostly embellished truths. Maybe Ceylon did those things, but if she was who Ezra now knew her to be, it was clearly made up. Tall tales from a master storyteller with centuries of experience. Either she was very good at lying or she just had a special kind of sociopathy that made her detached from the world.

As the interview went on, Exra couldn't help but believe the contrary. He didn't fully believe everything Ceylon said as true, assuming there were a few facts twisted or altered to better suit a narrative, but that really wasn't any different than any other interview that Ezra would host. Everyone remembered things slightly different and filled in the blanks. Everyone used tricky language and subtle word usage to sound better than they actually were. The only difference is that Ceylon's life prior to founding NoThEn Labs was so secretive that Ezra couldn't do fact-checks.

Still, the resulting interview made for a pretty awesome tale. One that didn't exactly fit the mould. Ceylon was never slowed by strife or dealing with poverty. She wasn't abused and didn't have any real problems. Many stories of successful business owners started with overcoming adversity, but Ceylon claimed to have none, making her stand out. She just knew what she wanted, had the natural talent to make it work, and dedicated much of her life to making those dreams come true. She was gifted with transformation magic, applied that skill to other schools of enchantment, and started a business extracting her own ademane to make potions on the side of the road.

It's the sort of story one would expect in a feel-good movie without any of the first-act trauma. Which made sense. If she was in fact centuries old, she'd have probably remained a powerful mage throughout. But, in spite of Ezra knowing there was a good chance most of the story details were massaged out outright lies, he carried on and ended the interview asking the most boring question ever. The age-old question of, 'what's next?'

And, keeping on brand, Ceylon simply said, "Wherever the market takes me. Who knows what the next big sexual trend will be? I don't, but I'll be there to encourage its indulgence with a side of safety. As is tradition at NoThEn Labs." It was an almost poetic way to end the interview.

So when Ezra stopped recording, he simply leaned back in his chair and flopped his hand over the side, dropping his phone. "Off the record, what's next Between us? Like, for real."

Ceylon rolled back over onto Leera, wings spread and tail swishing over her coils. "Nothing, really. Nothing in particular. I expect to continue my business, visiting occasionally. I visit Klyneth often so I imagine I'll see you around. I'd be happy to give you my number so you can contact me if you have any inquiries or need any help with your new body."

Ezra was a little disappointed. He hoped that maybe this meant he'd get to be a bit closer to Ceylon in one way or another. But really, it made sense. Ceylon was still very busy with work regardless of all the past history she dealt with.

Of all people, it was Valencia who approached Ezra. She hopped down off Ilorek's back and knelt next to him. "You know, it's not as bad as it sounds."

He had to do a double-take, wondering what she was talking about. But then he remembered that she was a psychic and must have been reading his emotions and catching bits of his thoughts. "Oh, right? How so?"

"Do you really not know?" She paused to position herself so that she was leaning against him, staring him in the eyes. She had an odd look of concern and compassion on her, a stark contrast from the aloof, perhaps even intense stare she used to give. "You know now who we are. We can't have you straying far. There are maybe a hundred folks all over the world who know our secret, and we keep tabs on all of them. We have to, just in case. Like it or not, you're in the group now. You'd really best get to know the others because we're all going to be intimately acquainted as time goes on."

Ezra gulped. "Sounds kinda culty, but I guess I get it."

"It kind of is a cult. Isn't all religion a cult, though? Worshipping gods that don't answer back, making bold claims for the afterlife, doing crazy things in the name of imaginary friends?" She joked.

"But you're real, not imaginary." He countered. "So doesn't that change things?"

Ilorek turned off the barbecue and closed the lid; he was done cooking and had been listening in. "No. We're not all that interactive. We learned ages ago that getting involved with the flow of history with any sort of actual authority beyond that which we have now just leads to zealotry. People go crazy. Take it too seriously. There were centuries where they built shrines and temples and it just felt weird. Now we sort of just participate. Guide the world without ruling it."

"You're being awfully candid with all this. Am I going to be sacrificed or something?" Ezra joked. He was only half joking. A small part of him was sincerely nervous.

Leera slithered her head around the side of her body to poke out next to Ceylon. "I could eat you if you want, but I'm not all that hungry." She winked, something Ezra didn't know snakes could do. "In honesty, look around. Most of the people here are folks like you. Normal folks who caught our fancy once long ago and we kept around. If things go well, you too shall be reborn. Who knows, you might not even realize it but you might actually be hundreds of years old yourself. That I cannot confirm or deny, but Ithilwen, for example, has been around since the first era. We keep bringing her back, using our transformation magic to reset her life. We could do the same for you."

He just blinked. Part of him thought this might be untrue, but the rest of him had just been taken in and reborn with a lovely spade between his legs. He had no doubt this was possible. In fact, while he thought about responding to Leera's claim, he couldn't help but be reminded of that new anatomy and focus on it. "I mean, I guess. So I'll see a lot of you all?"

Ilorek bent over him, smiling down at Ezra. "Whether you like it or not."

Ceylon crawled off Leera. "Whether you like it or not."

"Alright guys, now I know you're just doing this to be creepy." Ezra joked, one hand on his lap, cradled between his balls and thigh to idly tease his lips.

"I can help you with that." Ilorek offered.

Ezra pulled his hand out from between his legs to lay it on his belly, slightly blushing. He had lost himself in curiosity. "Help me with what?"

"Your new anatomy. Nobody gets transformed without an overwhelming sensation of curiosity. And we can read minds. We know you're just being polite but actually wanna go disappear somewhere to explore yourself, to test your limits, and to see just what your new parts can do. You don't need to be coy or shy, I can help you with that."

"O-oh. Okay." He deflated and slunk down in the chair, a little embarrassed that he was so easily seen through. "And Ceylon?"

"She can come too, if she wants." Ilorek assured.

"I do." Ceylon confirmed. "But for now, let's enjoy this. It's a nice day and we don't get to spend time together as often as we'd like. Relax a bit. Enjoy the view and the food. And while I wouldn't recommend wandering and finding a knotted companion in any of the pastures yet, you could."

Ilorek laughed. "Yeah, I don't recommend that. People's anatomy adapts different after this sort of permanent transformation. Some are naturally stretchy, others basically start a virgin. Last thing you need is some dire wolf with a knot the size of your head forcing himself in you and tearing you open."

This was not an image Ezra needed. He agreed it was better to go slow at first, even if his level of excitement was a lot higher than he wanted to admit. So, for the next few hours he simply relaxed in his chair, enjoying drinks and munching on steaks and chatting with anyone who came by. He even had Valencia whisper in his ear that he could explore himself right then and there, everyone was nude, some people were fooling around in the lake, and others had disappeared to the barn to enjoy each other. It was a transparently open environment for self expression and experimentation.

And while the thought of casually playing with himself was an enticing one, he didn't quite have the gusto to spread his legs and let everyone see. Not yet. That wasn't his style of expression. He wasn't a huge exhibitionist, most of the time, but mostly he wanted to get a better look and feel for himself before exposing himself to others. What if his spade was ugly? What if his cookie was sloppy? He had no idea of knowing so he was going to keep it to himself, for now.

However, as the night went on, the others paired off and disappeared two or three at a time, taking strolls in the woods, retiring to the barn, or heading out to have fun with some of the quads on The Ranch. Eventually, only Ezra, Ceylon, Leera, Ilorek, and Valencia remained on the patio. They had been casually chatting about all the different potions they could make, some of their adventures in the past - all off the record, of course - and the most fun they ever had with their mortal partners.

Ezra was naturally enthralled by the stories, and wanted to know more. But then Valencia insisted it was time to head to bed. That it was well past midnight and that it was time to retire inside.

Leera, Ceylon, Ilorek, Valencia, and Ezra all headed to the ranch home. Leera curled up by their fireplace with Valencia, while Ilorek guided Ezra to the bedroom with Ceylon in tow. All of a sudden, Ezra felt a warm flush of uncertainty, his fur hackles standing up straight on the back of his neck and the small of his back. But fortunately, Ceylon and Ilorek were both quite encouraging and gave him enough confidence to work through it. Eventually, he slipped into the bedroom, where Ilorek closed the door behind him and Ceylon laid on the soft purple-velvet sheets. The bed was huge, big enough to house two folks Ceylon's size or bigger, which was strange considering Ilorek was half her size and Valencia was like a quarter his size.

With Ceylon curled up in the middle, she used her wing to pat her own flank. "Come on, lay down and get comfortable." She insisted while rolling onto her side and exposing her belly.

He climbed up onto the bed and laid on Ceylon, knees up and legs parted, his tail swishing a bit on the silky sheets. "So this is it, eh?" He quipped, his breaths suddenly ragged.

Ilorek crawled onto the bed next to him, kneeling just far enough away to give Ezra space. "Doesn't have to be awkward, you know. I mean, unless I'm mistaken you did just get sucked fully into her. I don't think having me giving you a bit of an exam is going to be too invasive."

He was right. Something Ezra had to put into perspective. "I guess so. It's just so much at once."

"I know. That's why I'm going to observe first. Go ahead, see how it feels." Ilorek instructed. That's when Ilorek reached out to a nearby dresser and grabbed a basket full of stuff from on top. The first thing he got out was a mirror, then he gently placed a speculum off to the side. He then angled the mirror between Ezra's legs so he could see himself.

"Oh, right." Ezra grabbed his balls and hoisted them up with one hand, exposing his spade to the gently cool air of the bedroom. He motioned for Ilorek to alter the angle a bit until he got a good view, and when he did he lost a few breaths to beloved gasps. He had a plump, swollen spade. Perfect, nearly-black flesh on the outside fading to a deep, delicious purple inside. Three lips. One on either side converging at the piercing through his clit, and a flat, wide lip perpendicular to his tail hole. All three were immensely plump, sealing off his insides.

Everything was glistening with a gooey wetness, and when he touched it he felt hyper sensitive. He naturally twitched a bit, clenching his loins and squeezing out more fluids from his depths. Curious, he collected some of it on his fingers and gave it a bit of a sniff and a lick, immediately getting overwhelmed with the scent. This was more than just basic arousal, it was the familiar aroma of estrus!

"Ah yes." Ceylon cooed at him, having noticed the change in Ezra's expression. "Often, when a person is transformed to having female parts, it starts at the height of estrus. That's where the cycle begins anew, so it makes sense that this is how it works. Should have warned you."

Ezra couldn't help but slip a single finger into himself, watching through the mirror as his digit disappeared into his swollen flesh. He was shocked at just how snug he was, so much so that he wondered if he could even think about handling any cocks. "Was that why I was so needy earlier?"

"No. Curiosity is natural. We sentient folks aren't as well impacted by estrus as our feral counterparts. You still gotta get in the mood when in heat, it's just a lot easier and the effects are far stronger." Ceylon wrapped her tail around him, pressing down on his chest to hold him in place. "But don't worry, neither of us are compatible with you. We sterilized ourselves ages ago. We can't breed."

"At all?" Ezra paused to consider, leaving his single finger knuckle deep in his spade. "Like, do you not have any offspring at all?"

Ilorek shook his head. "Can't. Not without messing things up. Genetics mixed with a dozen lifetimes of building magic potential? Yeah, not a good idea. Tried that once, it didn't go well for anyone involved. Better to just not have kids." He grabbed the speculum and a bottle of lube from the basket, all while balancing the mirror on his own groin, pressing against his bulging, half-mast shaft. Once he was comfortable in that position, he squeezed out some of the lube from the bottle onto the metal prongs of the triangular speculum. Seemed to be made specifically for canine spade vulva. He smeared it all over, then used what was on his fingers to rub it on Ezra's cookie.

Much to Ezra's delight, the sensation of someone else rubbing his lips actually felt a whole lot better. He wanted to keep his finger in himself, to gently pump it in and out to feel his digit rubbing against his slickened flesh. However, with Ilorek's far larger fingers smearing the lube, he couldn't help but pull out and let the hippogryph do what he was doing. Plus, he was able to watch it happen through the mirror that was resting against Ilorek's semi-erect member. Honestly, the image of the bulging shaft holding the mirror up was as much a trigger for him as the thick fingertips prying his lips apart.

"If ever anything feels painful or there's too much pressure, do not be afraid to say so. This sort of transformation can be incredibly generous or it can be incredibly restrictive. I need to know." He was being kind and caring, while also gently plunging a single finger as deep into Ezra as it could go. Then, once he was past the knuckle, he curled his digit, fingertip against Ezra's anterior wall. "This here should be the G-spot. But...wait, hold up a second. Yeah, it feels like I got a bit more in here."

"More?" Ezra huffed, the sensation of a fingertip passing over two pressure points one right after another triggering a full-bodied sensation that ended with a flick of his tail, a raising of his hackles, and the curling of his toes. "In what way?"

Ilorek continued to curl and tug, his finger wrapping around a thick ring of muscle just inside Ezra. "Your prostate is still here. And that here's your knot resevoir. It doesn't have a name. But just inside you, just past your opening where your prostate lies next to your balls, your canal opens up a bit. If knotted, that's where it would go. Oh man, I'm a little jealous, actually. The pressure you're gonna feel when someone ties with you is going to be amazing."

With another series of huffs and whimpers, Ezra folded up his arms over his chest. "Really?" And true to his word, Ilorek's finger was tugging on him like a knot would, hooked inside him where his passage opened up, yanking on his ring of muscle between taint and tail hole. This pressure was entirely too much to handle, and while it hurt a bit and was mildly uncomfortable, it was nullified by a pleasure that cascaded through his loins, shooting shocks through his sheath and out to the tip of his cock. The arousal made his member slip from its depths to rest on his lower belly.

In an odd sensation, he both felt a deep pleasure that just built and never went away, as well as a sort of spiking pleasure that he could tell would lead to an ejaculation. Both ends were occupied, but he didn't want to have a short fuse so he insisted Ilorek slip out. After motioning, Ilorek let go of the hook he had inside and gently slid out, leaving Ezra with an abundance of energy. He just wanted to get up, to run around and lick himself! He had the zoomies, but had to keep himself in control. Instead, he just started panting as the pangs of energy coursed through his loins and inflated his lips and passage.

"Yeah, I thought so." Ilorek huffed to himself, then pressed his finger tip up against Ezra's clit and pierced hood, slowly inserting again. "So yeah, going back in, you start with your clit. Small clit. Pretty sensitive, though. Just inside, your vaginal sphincter. That ring of muscle, when aroused, will hold any knot inside you pretty much without exception. With proper training you can alternate back and forth between being so tight nothing can escape and being relaxed enough to let anything through. And here's the fun part, from what I can sense. Your G-spot isn't just a coin-sized bit, but the entire top half of your passage for a decent ways in." He curled his finger, twisting his wrist so that his tip caressed the entire anterior wall in a semi-circle.

Ezra could feel the distinct texture inside, a thick wrinkle or ripple instead of the smoother, slick walls around the rest of him. He simply nodded with a whimper, unable to say anything more.

"That's your G-spot. But then just inside, before your passage opens up, a small little bump. Your prostate. IT had to adapt a bit to your new anatomy, so it'll be extra sensitive to pressure." He curled and tugged again, pressing the button to prove a point.

"H-hey!" Ezra protested a bit, whimpering in between heavy breaths. He liked it, but it still felt odd having someone mucking about inside him.

That was when Ilorek pulled his finger out again, this time slipping the three-pronged speculum inside, its panels each sliding into him without any resistance. The slick, lubricated metal offered no friction. Once it was all the way in, Ilorek started turning a dial to widen the three prongs, gaping Ezra open in the process. He went slow at first, but then once it was past the parallel levels, he noticed that the canine's depths were offering no resistance so he sped up and got the speculum to its full girth.

And through all this, Ezra never took his eyes off the mirror and the image of his own depths spreading open, revealing the increasingly pink and red of his insides. The fade from the near black of his spade vulva to the cherry pink of his depths made him drool a bit on his chest. Of course, the scent of his own estrus didn't help. Inside, he could see what Ilorek spoke of, the slightly more tight bit near the entrance, the different texture of his g-spot, and finally the black chasm of his gaping internals, where no light quite made it. He couldn't see his cervix in the dim light.

But something was slightly off with Ilorek, something Ezra didn't notice until the mirror flopped over, the frame of it hitting him directly on his clit.

The pain was sharp and immediate, making his eyes go wide as it felt like he was stabbed in the crotch. The resulting tension of his loins shot the speculum out of him in a gooey, squelchy splat as his gaping passage closed up and forced all the air out. "Ow! Hey! What was that all about?" He whimpered, curling up on his side with his hand between his legs, protecting his loins. Fortunately, the mirror missed his balls, that would have been worse, maybe. A different, deeper pain that the sharp, external pain of his clit getting assaulted.

Ilorek tossed everything in the basket to reveal that his cock was growing. "My apologies, it appears that you're a bit more accommodating than I was expecting. It's hard to not be curious."

"Curious? About what?" Ezra asked as he returned to his spot on his back, laying on Ceylon with belly up and knees parted. He could see Ilorek, nearly fully erect with his cock in hand, the tip pulsating alongside every heart beat. His shaft was as long as his forearm, and there was a subtle knot bulging out against the loose-fitting skin below his median ring. "And I can see you're hard."

"Well, I'm curious if I could fit. If you don't mind facilitating that experimentation." He gently stroked himself, the loose skin of his lower half sliding up and down his length while his cock tip oozed right onto Exra's ball fur. "With your permission, of course."

This was all a little much for Ezra, who quickly found himself overwhelmed. "Is that safe?"

"It's safe. And if anything does happen, ain't many people more equipped to fix it than Ceylon and I." His tone was a bit more casual than before; clearly even people in his position were subject to the mind-altering state of arousal.

And yet, despite Ezra's mild hesitation, he couldn't help but meekly nod. "S-sure. Go ahead." He invited, widening his stance a bit. There was worry in his voice but the estrus that inundated his senses urged him on. He couldn't help but reach out, collect some of the gooey slime right from Ilorek's source, and smear it all over the hippogryph's mostly-equine head.

This was where he suddenly changed his mind. As his palm wrapped around and slid over Ilorek's bulging cock tip, he noticed a gentle series of barbs tickling his flesh. Ezra hadn't thought about that. Hippogryphs were half horse, half gryphon; of course his cock was barbed.

It was too late. Before Ezra could speak a word of protest - or maybe he didn't want to, it was hard to tell in his lust-ridden mind - Ilorek squeezed his spongy head right up under Ezra's balls, angling himself so the forward bulge on his upper side managed to part the canine's spade lips and lurch into him, bursting through the muscle ring to expand with the flare beginning to press out against his g-spot.

He couldn't feel the barbs, but that was because Ilorek had only just slipped in and not pulled out yet. However, the friction and pressure building inside him made Ezra arch his back and push down, his loins tensing up and the ring of muscle clenching as hard as he could just below Ilorek's head. He balled up his fists, but then couldn't keep his hands off himself. One hand landed on his sheath to stroke his cock while the other wrapped around his balls to use his fingertips to tease his clit.

"Yeah, there we go. You know how to do it." Ilorek encouraged, shuffling forward to nestle his knees up under Ezra's thighs, each movement easing his length just a bit deeper into the canine, his thick equine shaft easily making its way to the cavernous knot reservoir, where his flare quickly inflated to fill the space, acting like a knot by applying pressure directly on his prostate.

The sensation of having a finger hooked and tugging felt wonderful, but the combination of stretching the flesh and the perfectly distributed pressure as well as the subtle intensity of the barbs nearly perfectly hit Ezra's buttons. He grunted, he arched his back, and he pushed down as he gripped his swelling knot within his sheath, his tip spewing thin but sloppy strands all over his belly and chest.

But, in a shocking twist for him, he wasn't done. His balls had squeezed out a load all over himself, but he still felt needy inside. He wanted more and his desires weren't fading after climaxing. No, the pleasure just kept at that level, coursing through his body and coaxing tiny spurts again and again, mess that coated into his fur as he ground his hips down against Ilorek, easing his lips farther and farther until he felt the hippogryph's median ring slide into him.

Ilorek hovered over him, his powerful, muscled body holding himself in place as he bucked like a stallion, grunting and huffing as he forced his member deeper and deeper, each thrust making Ezra slide across the bed and against Ceylon, who had been casually observing and acting like an anchor for the canine. Unfortunately, the activity did mean that Ceylon slipped out from under Ezra, hopping off the bed to end up on all fours behind Ilorek, her beak buried under his tail and tongue probing his ass.

This just meant that Ilorek had to take better control. He slammed both his hands down on either side of Ezra's head so that the canine's shoulders hit his wrists and he didn't slide any farther. He growled down at Ezra, grinning as he widened his wings and thrust with all his might.

Ezra felt an unfamiliar pressure deep inside him. Past the knot reservoir, up somewhere beneath his cock and sheath. It was mildly uncomfortable, but like before he just felt the need to want to take more of it, to push past it. He held his hands up on Ilorek's feathered wrists and pushed back down, eager to take as much of that gloriously thick cock inside him. His own member was spent, but the desire to be stuffed persisted, he was not to be stopped.

It was just as he felt the sharpness of the barbs tugging on his insides that things all of a sudden changed. Right as Ilorek was about to pull out and adjust himself, Ezra felt a subtle shift in the pressure while Ilorek's spongy flare seemed to be forcing itself in deeper. Squeezing through his passage to lurch forward all at once, the pressure suddenly dissipating only to be replaced with a new sensation.

Two spots got a sudden burst of unmoving pressure. Just beyond his muscular ring, he felt Ilorek's knot lobes swell inside, his loins tensing to tie them together while deeper inside the flare expanded and plugged him up. All at once, before he could put together what had happened, Ilorek's balls tensed up and slapped against Ezra's inner thighs, pumping shot after shot of hippogryph seed deep into Ezra's depths, the hot and slimy mess splashing and sloshing about within him.

Ilorek growled and clenched up a fist of the sheets next to Ezra's head as he bucked again, only now that his knot was lodged deep and his flare was plugging Ezra up deeper, his buck didn't do much except coax another series of pulsating ejaculations deep into the canine's womb.

Ezra was just lost in himself, the pressure translated to pleasure inside him, doubled up in his knot reservoir and far deeper. The tugging, the barbs, the girth of a massive horse cock, and the mess of more and more hippogryph seed inside him kept him at a level of bliss that made his mind scramble a bit. He wanted to ask questions but as he tried to speak his tongue just got lost within his mouth and all he could do was lightly growl.

That was, until he looked down and saw he looked almost pregnant. His belly had swollen, losing his natural, abdominal definition. It was subtle, but he looked like he was carrying an egg! "W-Wha-?" He tried to speak but his vocalization trailed off into another whimper as Ilorek's cock pulsated inside him, pumping another load through his length and into Ezra.

While Ezra remained in a confuddled mess of orgasmic discombobulation, Ilorek was regaining his composure. While still hovering over Ezra, he pulled back and sat up straight, his position tugging on Ezra a bit. "You feel that? That's my flare, in your womb. Filling you with seed. Plugging up your eager, gaping cervix. At the height of your heat, you can penetrate it." He then pressed his hand to his base and tugged his member, resulting in Ezra's vulva distending without letting go. "And that? That's my knot, yanking on you, but your tie isn't letting me go." He reached down to gently stroke Ezra's belly, the subtle pats and strokes clearly shifting the seminal fluid inside.

Ezra could only pant heavily and whimper a bit as every movement just shot another wave of sensation through his depths and up his loins.

Sadly, it wasn't to last for long. Soon after Ilorek explained what had happened, that the hippogryph's knot and flare both grew soft, his length losing much of its girth and firmness as it began to tug out. One lurch followed another as the flare burst from Ezra's womb and beyond his cervix followed by the thick knot bursting form his depths and spurted a few more strands up onto the canine in the process, releasing a veritable torrent of stallion seed to cascade out over the edge of the bed, gurgling from Ezra's depths and leaving him there, splayed out with his own seed and Ilorek's all over his chest and Ilorek's oozing out of his no-longer-virgin spade.

He huffed, he whimpered, he balled up his fists and panted, but most of all his loins twitched and pulsated against nothing, sealing his passage and squeezing out the last of Ilorek's essence.

Ezra was absolutely spent. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move, his eyes just sort of glazed over as Ilorek's member folded back up into his sheath. His leg was hoisted up, his body writhing in pleasure. It was too much, so much so that he had no energy left. He was tired to begin with, but that took a lot more out of him.

Ilorek crawled up onto the bed next to him while Ceylon did the same on the other side. It was Ceylon who spoke.

"It seems you are naturally quite stretchy. Which is good. You'll find your body houses an untold wealth of possibility, and this is just the beginning. But for now, I think it's time to sleep." She nuzzled up next to him while Ilorek did the same.

This left Ezra to simply stare at the ceiling, unsure how to proceed. He got his interview but an even more significant life lesson in the process. He had a lot to think about, a lot to dream about and an infinite world of fantasies to indulge. But for now, he just needed to close his eyes, relax, and let sleep take him. Like before within Ceylon he was warm and cozy, the only difference being that now he was comforted by feathers and fur and the purple-velvet sheets of Ilorek's bed.

He was so delirious from the new sensations he was grappling with that he didn't even notice when Leera slithered into the room alongside Valencia, sharing the bed five ways.

Ezra truly had a world ahead of him, and the transformation therapy offered by Ceylon was exactly the impetus he needed to make change in his life.