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Turnabout is Twice the Fun

Prologue: Now an Eternal Ally

Ezra strode confidently down the biped sidewalk next to the street. His head was held high and he kept a strangely pristine posture; a marked improvement from his slouched posture from before. It was late at night and he was walking with his primary girlfriend, Afearnia, back to his place.

It had been nearly two months since he had been formally inducted into the League of Eternal Allies, making him the latest addition to the group of civilians who had rediscovered their past lives after being resurrected. As it turned out, he had lived for over a thousand years and had enjoyed more than a dozen full lives, growing and passing naturally only to be returned to an infantile state to live again the following century.

There were a few 'immortal' invertebrates that lived similar lives, cycling between adult and larval stages to not permanently age. This was not something possible by vertebrates; not usually. Not without the application of a very specific type of transformation magic. Apparently he was one gifted by the Gods themselves with that very concoction of magic that enabled him to be reborn.

This was not speculation on his part. This was not a conspiracy theory, nor was he mentally unwell with delusions of grandeur. His role as a journalist who studied ancient histories of magic and alchemy led him to conclude that Ceylon – the CEO of NoThEn Labs and a co-founder of the very university he studied at – was immortal herself, having lived in one form or another for over a thousand years. By his count, over 1,200 years on Dalon.

Of course when he came to this conclusion he kept it to himself. Nobody was going to believe someone was secretly immortal, especially not someone known for using a vast amount of magic to enchant potions on such a large scale. One of the most fundamental things pups and kittens learned in school was that using too much magic accelerates aging, so it was important to balance one's use and not rely on it too much. That sort of cautionary tale littered all manner of fiction and fantasy. The theme of trading power for life or the concept of burning twice as bright to last half as long.

So Ezra chose to not share these findings, knowing it sounded like it might make him sound mentally unwell. He was no conspiracy theorist and while many religions speculated on the status of and influence of The Gods of Old Dalon, his goal in life was to find the truth behind the myths.

Rather than publish his findings, he had casually approached Ceylon after a lecture at the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic, jokingly bringing up his theories to the gryphoness. She could have laughed him off, to share in a drink and find amusement in it. That would have been the correct response whether he'd been right or wrong. But instead she confirmed his claims, verifying the truth and even going so far as to give a display of her power by using her transformation magic to permanently alter Ezra's biology to be his true self. All as thanks for being willing to keep her secret.

Ceylon was an immortal, revered as a God in most religions. And she was living a rather mundane life, just trying to blend in with others even if she did have a high profile job as the leader of an influential alchemic and pharmaceutical company. After showing off her ability to transform him and read his mind with ease – two of the most complicated schools of magic – she then invited him to a party north of town where others similar to him were getting together to welcome him.

His rediscovery was worth celebrating, and over the next few weeks he learned more about the world's history than he had in nearly two decades of research and field work. Unfortunately, the things he learned about chosen immortals, eternal allies, and the Gods themselves were things he couldn't share or report. That was part of the deal. He got to be reborn in a slightly altered new form in exchange for not telling anyone about the secret society he'd stumbled upon.

Apparently for the tenth time.

It was all a matter of repeating cycles. After he'd been deemed worthy for resurrection, he lived a life, was put in an ademane crystalline stasis upon near-death, and reverted back to infancy where he could be reborn again, experiencing a fresh life. Upon reaching adulthood, he'd find his way back to the truth and slowly have his memories of his past lives unearthed once more from the labyrinth of his mind, and he'd rejoin with the other Eternal Allies, friends he'd had for centuries.

What made him special? What made him worthy of being resurrected? He didn't know. Even with most of his memories regained he couldn't figure that part out. He wasn't unique or special in any way. He didn't have some special, rare magical ability, he didn't house some unique anatomy or groundbreaking perspective that altered history. He was just a tall, kind canine with a love for potions, a need for truth, and a passion for eschewing normalcy.

And that's what made him feel special. While most of the other eternal allies were granted rebirth and subsequent immortality by way of uniqueness or exceptional talent, the best answer he could get out of Ceylon or the others was that they 'just liked him'. If the gods themselves liked him and approved of him, that was enough to assuage his self esteem issues. That was why he was walking with his head held so high and his posture pristine.

For the first time in years he felt worthy. Like he meant something. Like he wasn't some sort of useless, forgettable speck of dust lost to the sands of time. That was how he felt most of his life growing up, forgettable. He never was, of course – mental health can be one's greatest enemy or strongest ally – but that didn't change how he felt. And now, having been affirmed through the lens of a genuine historical figure, he was more confident than ever.

So he strode down the sidewalk of one of the busiest streets in one of the largest cities of all of Dalon, confident in his place in the world. He had friends. He had allies. And above all else he felt loved, which really was the most important part.

Soon after learning about his cyclical past, Ezra made friends with a handful of locals who were in a similar position. A polygamous group of about a dozen eternal allies that had found one another once again and were living together in a 'grown' house at the edge of town.

A 'grown' house is one guided and summoned by a phytomancer, like a log cabin where each of the logs were still rooted to the ground but still formed the shape of a house. Phytomancers were uncommon but incredibly sought after, since their unique take on architecture was better than the traditional style. A grown house blooms in spring, insulates in winter, and its growth is out the roof or walls, not inward. Overall, much better than a build house.

Each of them were old friends of his from past lives but he didn't know that when he started dating Afearnia. As it turns out, the group of Eternal Allies always gravitated towards one another regardless of how things went in their reborn lives. It seemed inevitable and he was okay with that.

Remembering past lives was a bit unreliable, though. Memory could be clarified and refined but it was never a perfect replication of past events. So, much like how an adult may remember key events from their childhood and get glimpses and flashes of details it was never fully accurate to what happened. The farther out one gets, the more obscured the memory. Ezra was able to recall past lives and what he did in them but was unable to speak with confidence beyond the broadest of strokes. He remembered what he did, who he did it with, and what roles he played but only haphazard slices of memories that coloured his experiences.

A fair trade-off. As Ceylon had explained, it was one of the costs of being resurrected without worries about magic taking his life too soon. So he had memories of courting Afearnia in the past but all his emotions and experiences were fresh to this life, resulting in a relationship that felt like he had decades of life experiences while still being in the honeymoon phase of blissful, pure admiration. He and she were never monogamous but they always shared a closer bond than most others.

He grabbed her hand and held her close, pressing his shoulder to hers while stealing a kiss on the cheek in the form of a slimy tongue drag from the crook of her maw to the base of her ear.

She winced and raised her lip in a snarl. “Hey! What's that all about you sloppy goober!"

“I don't need a reason, do I?" He leaned forward with his maw open and tongue hanging out again to steal another feral kiss when she raised a palm to his chin, closing his mouth and wrapping around his nose with his tongue still out.

Afearnia leaned in and pressed her lips to his tongue, winking directly into his eye while holding his snout in place. “There. Happy now?" She let go of his muzzle.

Ezra pulled his tongue back in and grinned. “I wasn't unhappy to start with." He assured her, never taking his eyes off hers. He stood up straight, a full head taller than her, then swept her sky blue mohawk to the side. “And since when do I need an excuse to steal a kiss?"

“You don't." Afearnia assured him. “But why do you always gotta make it a big slobbery spectacle? How would you like it if I-" She grabbed him by the nape of his neck and pulled his head down to aggressively lick up his cheek like he'd done to her, stopping before making contact.

“Exactly, I would like it, so what's stopping you?" He leaned into her open maw, pressing his cheek to her tongue. “See?"

She bit him instead, tugging his cheek flaps with her strong jaws before letting go and gently licking the affected skin. “You know you don't have to be extra affectionate before you leave."

He paused to sigh heavily. “Yeah, I know. But I want to be!"

Ezra's work with the university as a reporter on ancient history had put him in a position where he was being sent away for a few months to join a dig in the Triquatic Mountains between the Arrenthen Basin, the Untherian Plains, and the Tehgolian Delta. They were uncovering relics and artifacts about the first cultures there and he was the best at compiling data and reporting it to the authorities. This meant he was expected to be away from Klyneth for months.

He wasn't the jealous type and he knew that Afearnia and the others weren't either but it still saddened him to think he'd be months without spending time with his partners. Since rediscovering that he was an Eternal Ally he'd been the happiest he'd ever been and he was worried if he had to make new friends again he'd have to star all over.

Afearnia couldn't come with him, either. She had work to do in Klyneth as a sous chef at a local establishment that served as a combination bar, strip club, restaurant, and brothel. She also was the bassist of a band that specialized in what she called 'progressive punk rock'. She couldn't go with him and most of the others were busy with their own businesses as well.

Springtime was around the corner so Camari was busily using her magic specialty to help the crops grow at an orchard known as 'The Nectar Squeeze', which specialized in ademane rich fruits. Perfect for blending with potions to make them taste better without sacrificing their potency. Fidget was always busy with her custom courier service that delivered those potions to remote locations. Vvilfred worked at The Vore House as a landscaper and spring was the busiest time for him. Therris was a bit more malleable but said he wanted to stay in Klyneth. The only ones that considered going with him were Kentanni and Wrasir, as they had no work-related obligations in the area.

Those two tiny hippogryphs were great company and he loved them both but they weren't Afearnia. So he had to spend as much time with her as he could before he left in a few weeks.

Poly relationships were complex and nuanced compared to monogamous ones. In this case, this meant that Ezra and Afearnia were primaries of each other, making them a couple within the group. Every member of the group loved every other one but there were sets of primaries and secondaries across groups. Kentanni and Wrasir were primaries, while Therris and Vvilfred were primaries as well. However, Fidget wasn't paired or grouped with anyone as a primary, as she was more of a free spirit, spending time with whoever she wanted at any time. Camari was a bit more distant as she was introverted and less likely to engage sexually while still being mated as part of the group.

Complex. Nuanced. Not so simple. A lack of jealousy was a major factor in making sure it worked. If jealousy cropped up, it could create problems that could lead to infighting and inter-group break-ups. Communication was important, understanding was essential. Jealousy was rejected.

Ezra was not jealous one bit. And he knew Afearnia wouldn't be either. That didn't change the fact that he was sad that he would be without those he'd regrown so close to in a matter of months.

Afearnia narrowed her eyes at him, those vibrant, magenta eyes. “Cute. Real cute. Not that you need permission but I encourage you to find yourself some fun while you're there. You got those new parts of yours and I hear the striped stallions there are exceptionally productive." She winked and half cocked a grin, leaning in for a peck of a kiss to his snout. “And in the mean time, I got you something."

His ears perked up and his tail involuntarily started wagging. “Like what?"

Afearnia grinned. “I can't tell you just yet but I will give you a hint: We're heading to The Ranch." She grabbed his rump right by the base of the tail and continued to guide him along the biped walkway north bound on the main Klyneth Strip. Her own stubby tail was wagging harder than his.

Chapter 01: Plugged, Tied, and Knotty

It hurt Ezra to not ask a dozen questions about what it was she had planned for him. Her shift as a chef was over and he thought they were returning to his place for the night. He didn't live in the grown house, he lived in his own apartment in the woods overlooking a creek. She spent most of her time at his place, now, not at the group home.

So when she informed him they weren't going back to his place but were instead taking a detour to The Ranch, he got excited. He knew what could mean. The Ranch was a beasty brothel, a place to have fun with feral companions. Such a thing was not normally accepted or encouraged but the owners, Ilorek and Valencia, had concocted a way to use psychic connection with the beasts to ensure the issue of consent was never an issue.

This sounded like sketchy nonsense to most because such a psychic link is borderline unheard of, but The Ranch was in the crater of a long dormant volcano, meaning that magic use there was amplified due to the ademane flows beneath the surface. That, and both Ilorek and Valencia were two of the other immortals alongside Ceylon. They had immense psychic ability regardless and used the crater of the volcano as an excuse to explain how they can be so certain of consent.

Because consent was and would always be paramount to them. The owners of The Ranch were adamant about ensuring their feral workers were well cared for and treated better than most anthros.

At The Ranch, sex tourists could come and spend a day, weekend, or as long as a month exploring the property, getting acquainted with the fauna that was divided into species-based custom pastures. There were horses, gryphons, dragons, canines, felines, ulokar, and a barn area that could be split for cows or pigs or cockatrices. There were six distinct paddocks, though some of the areas could be divided to make it eight. Plus, the tall cliffs of the volcano ensured outsiders didn't intrude.

Privacy was important on The Ranch, because not only could clients visit and get amorous with the beasts, porn was also filmed on location. It was quite a lucrative industry, actually. Porn was fun when it was a whole team of anthro stallions taking the cheerleader one at a time but it lacked the raw, carnal power of a feral stallion taking her. Since The Ranch was one of the only places where this sort of thing could be enjoyed and filmed ethically, it was quite a lucrative producer of that type of content.

Content Ezra loved to watch. Most 'feral' content was just quadrupeds playing a part but at The Ranch, it was all legitimate.

He liked canines the most. He was canine himself and his body definitely gravitated towards fellow knotted types. And after getting the rebirth that gave him a needy spade in addition to the knot he'd enjoyed his whole life, watching good tie porn tickled him twice as deeply now.

The holy grail of knotting porn was ulokarian ties. They were a rare, hard to train hybrid of dire wolf and dragon, once used for only the highest ranking generals in war. They were known to be immensely loyal but highly demanding of their riders to earn that loyalty, so only a handful of people were able to bond with them in the same way one might befriend a dog or feral dragon. They didn't engage in sex with anthros often and didn't appreciate being watched by cameras but when they did it was something special.

Given their hybrid nature, Ulokar cocks were blessed with knots to tie with the females but also dragon-style ridges along the length that actually allowed the shaft to extend and retract while inside. This meant that the pressure and plug of the knot was maintained while also offering the friction of a thrust deep inside, the head eventually prodding beyond the cervix to flare and tie that up, too.

Good porn of ulokarian knot fucking was rare but it was some of the best he'd ever seen and he'd love to be involved some day, once his body was better adapted to its changes. Given that his pussy was only a few months old, he had a lot of work before it could handle the size and aggression of a horse or ulokar or dragon. Not without the aid of potions in some capacity.

There were other things he wanted to experience as well but that was what he was hoping to be surprised with as he and Afearnia made the trek north to The Ranch.

It was the dead of night, with only hovering gemlights lining the roads under the blanket of stars in the sky. The gemlights were there not only to illuminate the pathways for people walking or driving but also to paint the roads for those flying at night, making every trail a landing strip.

She seemed more excited than usual. Afearnia was often reserved, silent and strong. She was more boisterous and active while performing with her band or when in the kitchen but in her day-to-day behaviour her expressions of joy and happiness were more subtle. She was not the most outwardly emotional except with Ezra and the others in the group.

Even then, it was a little out of character for her to be practically dragging Ezra by the paw down the illuminated path towards the steep outer cliffs of the volcano rim that encapsulated The Ranch. She was hopping her way forward, nub of a tail buzzing behind her in rapid wags, ears perked up and the fur on the back of her neck standing on end. “Almost there!" She yipped. It was a lot easier for her to express herself at night when only nocturnals were out.

The Ranch was an all-hours business, so the fact that it was the middle of the night was not going to get in the way of their plans.

“I know, I know." He said, trying to keep up. “My legs are longer than yours and you're still tugging me! This better be good!" He winked and smirked, assuring her he was being facetious.

She finally let go of his hand and turned away, back to him with snout up in the air. In that position she could still smile back at him. “Okay, don't keep up, I'll have to have fun without you!" She deliberately skipped away so that her short skirt flapped up, revealing under the gemlights that she was not wearing any panties.

Ezra growled to himself a bit, tensing up to keep his knot from swelling within his sheath. Her not wearing underwear was normal – her job occasionally had her performing nude – but it still excited him to know that he had easy access whenever he wanted. Well, whenever they both wanted it. Though to be fair she rarely didn't so it was almost entirely at his discretion. He'd have tackled her into the ditch and had a go if he didn't feel the need to save himself for whatever surprise she'd planned for him.

Together they approached the main gate of The Ranch, a tall pair of swinging wood doors lined on either side by tree-trunk posts connected at the top by a wood-carved depiction of various beasts in their environments. No name, no title, just the visual depiction of the ferals to indicate what lay beyond the gate. On the other side, a gently inclined, winding path that cut through the side of the volcanic cliffs, lined on either side by a series of walkways for bipeds.

Presumably, anyone else visiting would be lost to the woods and plains surrounding The Ranch within the crater or they'd be resting in the inn-style rooms above the stables. When people stayed for days or weeks, they could rent out rooms on the property so they didn't have to keep coming and going.

Once they made it to the tree-trunk pillars on either side of the main gates, Afearnia pressed a button to call inside. There was another buzz a moment later and she pressed in a code that she must have been given prior. A second later there was the hiss of a hydraulic and one of the smaller wooden doors on the side of the main gate opened up, inviting them in.

She giggled to herself and buzzed with excitement, fists balled up on her chest. “Eee!" She squealed inwardly. Then she had to take a bit of a pause before they crossed the gate line, deeply inhaling like she was nervous.

“Everything alright?" Ezra asked, mildly concerned.

“Yeah, yeah. Just excited. Promise." She nodded. “A little nervous but I promise it's fine. You'll see." She winked and leaned in for a kiss and a neck nibble before grabbing his paw and guiding him up the pathway that lined the side of the drive way.

Ezra was still concerned but knew better than to question her. He trusted her and knew that she knew what she was doing so he wasn't going to prod. Even if he worried about her.

Those concerns were mostly wiped out as they emerged from the valley to the plateau where the Ranch and its many paddocks were nestled within the volcanic crater. Every field and pasture was lined by wooden fences with hovering gemlights over every post, each one emitting a warm orange glow to give the entire establishment the look of a campsite with a bonfire in the middle. It was beautiful and serene, exactly what Ezra needed. He, like Afearnia, loved his solitude; still, the orange fire glow from the gemlights allowed him to ignore the handful of others walking around. It was dark enough that he saw only silhouettes in the distance, not distinct entities.

Though it was only dimly lit, he knew where everything was relative to where he and Afearna emerged. To his right was the horse pasture, while the left housed the ulokarian field. Ahead and to the left was pair of dragon and gryphon aeries and to the right was the main barn which also served as an inn for long-term visitors. Beyond that were the savannah for the felines and the forests for the canines.

“Come, I have something cool to show you." Afearnia grabbed his paw and dragged him along the ulokarian fence.

He resisted ever so slightly before begrudgingly keeping up. He was hoping her surprise had to do with the Ulokar but her tugging away from it made him double take. “Okay!" He agreed, though it was clear his heart wasn't fully in it.

She paused and stopped tugging to huff to herself playfully. “Don't worry, I promise what I have prepped will be good. It's not that, not today, but I still think you'll be happy."

Again, Ezra conceded to her. Trust allowed that and she never disappointed.

Afearnia grabbed his paw once more and then pulled him up close so that her arm was wrapped around his and they were shoulder to shoulder. Well, as close as they could be considering he was a whole head taller than her. She made sure to press as much of her body up against his to feel his warmth as they sauntered around the irrigation lake in the middle of the clearing, heading towards the back end of the barn.

Despite having questions he opted to silently wait, not knowing what she had in mind. He was a pretty kinky fellow and was not averse to a wide variety of fetishes, especially with the help of potions to alleviate and biological stresses his body may not be able to handle otherwise. This just led him to internalize his inquiries, wondering if it was a special super sized horse, some hybrid he'd not played with yet, some pygmy ulokar that wouldn't be too big or aggressive for him? He had so many theories but was shocked when they turned the corner and he saw what Afearnia had for him.

She did a little twirl and motioned with both hands towards the plump, squat little critters that were stampeding across the small fenced in area towards them. They looked like wild pigs given their shape and the chocolate brown of their thick, luxurious fur but were thinner and more lean than most. They were between knee and waist high for him and had tusks on either side and a trunk snout down the middle. Oomins. Adjacent to wild boars but somewhat more domesticated.

He paused for a moment, not sure how to respond to that. He didn't have a particular interest in swine so it made him wonder why she seemed to think this was more interesting than the ulokar they passed to get behind the barn.

As the drove of little critters crowded the fence nearest them, Afearnia kept her pose, gesturing towards them. She could tell that Ezra wasn't picking up on it so she teased. “Oh come on, don't tell me you forgot what you told me."

“Um, what did I tell you about Oomins?" He gulped, trying to mask his disappointment. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Afearnia or make her feel like she'd failed him, yet he was baffled and had no idea why she thought this was going to appeal to him.

“Not oomins in particular but....think about it." She broke the pose and reached into a small satchel that hung off her waist over her thigh. Her nub tail continued to wag excitedly. She pulled out a single, tiny vial of potion. “Go find yourself a buddy and rub this on your shaft. Just a drop or two."

He tentatively took the vial and cocked his head to the side. It was nearly impossible to hide his confusion and disappointment. Despite his difficulties Afearnia was not discouraged. In fact, she leaned in close and simply gave him an eyebrow raising expression of a particularly suggestive nature.

It was then that it clicked. He wasn't into swine or oomins, but he was curious about a pair of unique anatomical adaptations they had that he'd been curious about but had only seen in videos once in all his time browsing the internet. The moment he figured it out, his expression brightened.

“There ya go." Afearnia could see he figured it out. “When you told me about that I immediately started looking into it. I talked to Ilorek through Val and worked out an agreement so that you could come and have some fun. Been keeping on top of it and knew I wanted to share before you left for that dig."

He pulled her in close for a hug and nibble-plucked the fur of her neck. He wanted to say something, to thank her, but he wasn't good with words so he just held her close and nuzzled as best he could. All the while, he could feel the pressure of his sheath swelling.

She did, too, so she pulled away and took the cork off the vial to drop a single bit on the tip of her finger. She reached up under his shirt to caress his exposed cock tip, which was emerging from his waist band – canine problems – to massage the potion into him. “Good boy. Now go find a friend." She pulled away from him and hopped backwards and up onto the fence. “They're all friendly."

“Do we have treats or something to thank them?" Ezra asked while slowly stepping between the top two planks of the wooden fence. He didn't want to startle them.

Afearnia straddled the fence and shrugged. “I don't think that's needed. They are of course fed very well and I'm sure whichever one ends up with you will appreciate what you do for him."

He remained tentative as he slipped into the pen with the oomin. They made a cute sound at him that was a mix of a pig-like oink or squeal with the trumpeting of an elephant as their trunks all reached out to explore his legs and outstretched hands. While he was there to be kinky and have some fun, the cuteness of their sounds and the prodding of the trunks and the clacks of their tusks hitting each other was too cute to ignore.

Ezra shifted his focus to the dozen or so oomin. He knew Afearnia wouldn't be upset at being neglected. Instead, he reached out to pet each one, rubbing snouts and scratching chins and shaking trunks with them. They tried to crowd him and steal his attention in the corner between the edge of the barn and the fence, nearly knocking him over so he squatted down.

That was a mistake. Or it was exactly what needed to happen because the two closest to him extended their trunks along his inner thighs and into his shorts, very clearly aiming for his groin. A third was smart enough to slip up under his shirt and start grabbing his exposed shaft, tugging it away from his belly and wrenching it out from his waist band.

“Whoa there, can't all go at once." He cooed at them, playfully pushing their trunks away. And this was where things tog complicated. He could only chose one, it wouldn't work otherwise. Well, maybe it would.

“They love to play chase, I'm told." Afearnia advised from atop the fence post. She had her feet up on the top plank and was casually rubbing herself, enjoying the show.

Ezra thought about it then leapt out from behind the drove, padding around the pen. As expected they all followed him, giving chase and tusk-slamming him on the shins and wrapping their trunks around his calves. The cute sounds and playful bounds they made chasing him were all too adorable so he kept running around, doing laps in the pen while brushing them with outstretched hands while he passed by, giving them scritches and holding their trunk for a shake before moving away and letting them chase some more.

This went on for mere minutes but by the end Ezra was huffing and breathing heavily and still had no idea what he was going to do or which one he'd pick. No one oomin stood out as being extra cute or playful, they were all the same. They all had very similar deep chocolate fur and almost identical body shapes. Aside from the fact that he could see some were females and some were males – exclusively from behind – he couldn't tell them apart.

Afearnia could see the distress building in him. “We have all night, so no rush." She assured.

This gave him a swell of confidence. No need to be sneaky or brisk. He had until sunrise to have some fun, so he was going to take his time.

Again, he knelt next to them all and gave them all pets, eager to massage and caress them while they played with him by grabbing him with their trunks. Out of curiosity he tickled some bellies, seeing which ones responded the most or the best. To his slight dismay, none reacted strongly.

“Try going inside. The barn's sliding door is unlocked and there are two stalls to either side." She was not being shy about trying to help him out.

“Ah. Yes." Ezra wanted to hold off a bit but his member was fully exposed and he was worried it was going to dry out if he didn't do something about it soon. Actually, when he probed himself with a hand under his shirt he was shocked at how slick it was despite being squished between fabric and fur. Must have been a side effect of the potion. The potion with the undetermined effects. Curious, he curled a finger tip into the hole at the tip and found that his digit parted his flesh with ease.

It wasn't normally supposed to do that. He now knew for sure exactly what Afearnia had in mind when she brought him here. He weaved through the oomin and leaned up into her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks." He whispered into her ear.

She slipped her hand out from between her legs to smear some fluid on his lip just under his nose. “Go have some fun. I'll be out here when you're done."

“You're so mean." He growled playfully at her and snapped his teeth in the air just out of reach. “You sure you don't wanna come join us?"

“Trust me." Was all she said before pushing him away with one of her feet.

He stumbled and almost fell backwards over an oomin that was behind him. Once he got his balance, he noticed for the first time just how stunningly clean the pen was. Pigs and their ilk, as well as cows, were known to be extra messy, making grass and hay into churned mud. But no, this little pen was pristine, like it was untouched!

That wasn't his focus. Instead, he grabbed the handle of the sliding barn door and opened it enough to slip inside. His intention was to close it after a single male followed him but he was too slow and two slipped their way in behind him, oink-trumpeting happily as they came. One male, one female. Rather than shoo either of them away he gently closed the door behind the second one.

It wasn't what he planned but he heard enough about oomins to know that this might actually be better for all three of them. The only thing he was worried about was the possible chance at getting overwhelmed if any of the others came in as well. The idea of an oomin orgy was a lot sexier than what he assumed the reality would be.

Ezra was by no means against group fun but he knew from experience it was a lot easier to manage one or two partners than a dozen.

The instant the door was fully shut and no further of the beasts could follow, he got back down to a single knee and started playing with both the oomin, one with each hand. He scritched chins and caressed trunks and massaged their backs and flanks. It was of course playful at first, he wasn't the type to have his fun and move on. He just stripped himself of his clothes, tossed his shorts and shirt over a nearby swinging paddock gate, and proceeded to play, taking his time to show his respect.

So he took a good quarter hour or so, just playing with theoomin. He chased them between the two stalls on either side of the barn, taking turns between letting them catch him then chasing them again. He did occasionally slip a hand up under the male's belly and under the tail of the female to see how they reacted and both seemed receptive.

Eventually, the barn door slid open and Afearnia poked her head in, catching him kneeling in the hay with the female on one side and the male on the other. “Oh, okay! Just making sure you were okay." She practically chirped at him. She had to wedge a foot in the gaped slit of the door to make sure no more of the beasts forced their way inside.

Ezra nodded. “Of course, just taking my time is all. These guys are cute!" As he praised them for being adorable, he leaned down and nuzzled both of them, letting their cute little trunks caress his cheeks and pluck his ears.

“Understood! Just know this isn't all I have in mind for tonight, so...I was about to say save yourself but I don't think you'll have much of a choice." She winked, paused to look behind her into the pasture, then slipped in next to him, closing the door behind her.

“I was wondering why you weren't joining us." Ezra joked, outstretching a paw to help guide her down in the pile of hay next to him. “Though if their anatomy is as I think it is, maybe not all that satisfying for you."

She fell to her side and rolled onto her back, knees up so her short skirt flopped up onto her belly. Immediately, the female oomin waddled over and buried her snout between afearnia's thighs, using its trunk to explore the plump, wet spade there.

Ezra laughed. “Oh, right." He flopped over next to her in the hay, then got into a kneeling position, unsure what was best. As he did that, the male started sniffing the female's vulva, which was a clear sign that the female was aroused. Why it was getting aroused by sniffing Afearnia wasn't clear but Ezra wasn't going to complain.

Right as the male went to mount the female, Ezra leaned in and cradled the oomin's belly, wrapping his fingers around the opening to its sheath to help guide it. Not to the female, but off to the side so that when the long, thin shaft lurched forward it did so aimed right at Ezra's midsection. As expected, it was about as thick as his finger with a distinct cork-screw shape, with a veiny pair of ridges spiralling around its length like a twin helix.

Every thrust forward made the cock shaft spin like a drill, extending forward and clockwise then retracting and un-screwing counter-clockwise. This meant that the oomin didn't even need to buck its hips to thrust, to have his member plunge in and out of the female. The tip was slightly flared, too, so at the apex of every drill-thrust, it swelled a bit like it was trying to catch on something.

Ezra's heart was beating. He'd tried something like this before but had never done it with a feral before. Not an oomin, either; he'd seen it with their cousins, the boars, but not an oomin. So while the beast was trying to spear the female with its extending and twisting cock, Ezra gulped nervously and grabbed his own member with his other hand, smearing some of his fluids all over his digits before finding his urethral opening and massaging it with a finger tip.

He knew that the potion Afearnia had rubbed all over him had purpose so he trusted her while bravely aiming the oomin's flared cock tip right at his own. Then, with one bold motion he leaned into it when the swine's member was at its most retracted state and waited.

The oomin felt the flesh on his tip, so he grunt-squealed and trumpeted deeply while tensing up and forcing his cock to jab forward, having found its mark. He lanced his member into Ezra, guided by the canine's paw right against his urethral opening.

It didn't fully work, not the first time. Exra's hole still needed a bit of a massage to loosen up before it could pop in. Luckily, the oomin was even more determined now that he'd found an opening. Again, he grunt-squealed and wrapped his trunk around the nearest object – in this case, Ezra's bicep – and used it as leverage to stab forward. This time the tiny flared tip popped into Exra's cock, bulging the shaft and swelling inside as the flare expanded, creating a bit of a plug in the process.

When the oomin relaxed and his cock retracted a bit by spinning in reverse, the flare kept the tip lodged inside Ezra's mauve member, like a tiny knot. Good for ensuring he didn't lose his aim. Again, it bucked forward a bit, body tensing as his cock spun a few full rotations while plunging deeper, the bulge of the flare losing itself somewhere near the base of Ezra's ball sack.

Ezra strained a grunt of his own, a whimper of a whine as his lower jaw quivered. The sensation of the swine's helix-shaped member twisting and plunging inside him was intense. More intense than the feeling he got when he tied with afearnia or others penetrated his pussy. He'd done sounding before but it was always solo, with toys and fingers and the cocks of fellow agens – sentient folks – as opposed to a feral beast.

The twisting mixed with the shape of the cock and the plunging motion and the bulge of the tiny flare inside meant that every bit of his urethral flesh within was hot with the friction of penetration, raw and sensitive by virtue of not having prepped in advance. HE felt everything. Every beat of the oomin's heart throbbing against his own pulsating member, every expansion of the flare, every subtle shift and twist inside. It was so intense he couldn't help but lean into it, bending over the oomin's body while thrusting his own hips to make each lance of the swine's cock go a bit deeper than it would otherwise.

His tongue lolled out and his eyes rolled back, panting and whimpering the whole while. He was so distracted he didn't even see what Afearnia was doing on the hay next to him. He didn't even notice that she'd leaned forward to curl her arm under the female oomin in order to slip a fist into her pussy, giving her a sensation similar to that of a knotting.

All he could focus on was the pressure and friction of the oomin's cock thrusting, spinning, and swelling inside him. He tried wrapping his hand around his own fully formed knot but found that the pressure it put on the swine's member brought caution to him, as it felt like he might bend it too much or hurt the poor guy. He didn't want that, he wanted the beast to release deep inside him.

So he nearly collapsed on the male's back, putting extra pressure on the female and Afearnia as well. All the while, he pushed forward to have his cock swallow as much of the oomin's as he could. The oomin's was twice as long but only finger-thick so it slid deeper with ease but could only go so far. That was, until he felt a pressure build then seem to 'pop' inside him and the last of the beast's shaft plunged as deep as it could go. So deep that Ezra's own cock tip poked into the oomin's sheath.

Then, with the entirety of his cock submerged in Ezra's, the oomin rhythmically tensed and relaxed, forcing his cockscrew cock to plunge and twist deep inside, thrusting like a full bucking motion every time, going from almost pulled out completely to the entire length lost somewhere deep in Ezra's depths. The pressure, the friction, and the kink factor of how novel the situation was quickly brought Ezra to the verge of climax – something he knew was going to happen given the feral nature of the oomin, which was why he spent so much time with them before getting intimate – only to be halted a moment later.

Right as he was about to feel that explosive release of delight, an added pressure built up deep inside him, leaving his groin tingling on the precipice of orgasm. He felt like he was just about to have his climax, but as he tried to relax and let it all out, nothing happened. The pressure grew inside him, making him feel like he had to have the most satisfying post-knot piss in his life, but nothing.

And then, without warning, the oomin's cock unscrewed itself completely from his depths, tugging aggresively and leaving him hollow for a split second before retreating back into its own sheath. The oomin had finished after that last, deep lance of his cock and was happy to move on. He hopped out from between the female and Ezra, then started probing the door with his trunk.

Ezra was still stuck on the edge of orgasm. He was plugged up, unable to release. No seed, no fluid, nothing came out of his cock tip. Not even the precum that he usually drooled with reckless abandon. And he felt like something got lost somewhere between his prostate and bladder. Because that was exactly what happened. The sperm plug of the oomin had been deposited, trapping a swine-load of seed deep within him. He expected that, what he didn't expect was to be stuck in the suspended state of arousal right before release. Horny but unable to climax. Like any touch at all would make him explode, except it didn't.

Every little thing he did, every shift in his body, every tension of his loins, every panting huff and whimper applied just enough pressure to make him feel like he was about to explode, but nothing came. Nothing came from him and he continued to feel like he was about to cum. It was both intense and frustrating, being so close to climax yet unable to feel that release.

Which was why he nearly panicked when the door opened a moment later, sliding to the side to reveal a tall tiger silhouetted by the gemlights of The Ranch. It was Rex, a worker that Ezra knew well. “Oh, good to hear you're done." He said. “Afearnia, we're ready for ya."

Chapter 02: Custom Cam Show

She rolled over onto her knees and then onto her paws, standing tall and stretching while her skirt fell down over her thighs. She still wore her sports bra from the walk to The Ranch. She grinned down at Ezra, who was still on his knees and hunched over due to the pressure deep within his groin. She outstretched a paw to him. “Come on, this was just part one."

He gulped and shuddered a bit; every tiny motion he made rolled the plug inside him around, giving him that familiar, deep pleasure that usually came when a knot was swollen in his spade. It was squishy inside him, having give from his urethral walls constricting around it while also being firm enough that it was not moving. Cum plugged. He was plugged by gelatinized swine cum.

And though it was mildly frustrating to not get that release, it was every bit as intense as he'd hoped. He only wished he'd known this wasn't the end of his night, as he now had more to do and wasn't sure if he could do much of anything with the blue-balled pressure inside him.

After a moment he managed to take her hand and get to his own feet then immediately double over as the pressure inside him seemed to amplify. “Hnnngh!"

Afearnia laughed. “Oh suck it up, I've seen bigger knots and flares in ya." She was being facetious; there was no way she didn't know exactly what he was feeling and experiencing. “Come on, we have some more fun before the night is up."

“L-like what?" He grunted while holding his lower belly, keeping anything from touching him and making the pressure spike inside him. He felt like he needed that post-sex piss but that it was blocked from coming out.

She took him by the hand and had Rex guide them out of the barn and through the drove of oomin. “Well, I knew you wanted to try the plug thing but I also know how much you love porn."

He nodded. “I do, yeah." With delicate and deliberate motions he was able to keep pace with her without aggravating the plug inside him. He tried grunting and pushing down to force it out but it was lodged in there good and was not moving.

Rex led them towards a gate in the fence so Ezra didn't have to hop over anything. “We have everything set up and ready." He motioned to smack Ezra on the rump on the way by but stopped when he saw it gave him a look of panic.

Ezra had no idea what was going on so he just did his best to keep pace, somewhat hunched over and doing his best to not clench his loins or tense up his pelvic region.

It was Afearnia that seemed to be in control. She took him out to the path between the paddock and the main ranch home, leading back to the irrigation pond and the clearing next to it that was set up like a campsite. However, instead of picnic tables and camp fires, there was a series of bright gemlights and spotlights turned on, illuminating two cameras and a single, proud-looking Ulokar drake with black fur and a deep jungle green on his scales standing tall and proud next to two rectangular bales of hay.

“Wait, what's all this? I don't think I can-" Ezra started, his heart racing. The extra impact of his pulse made his loins tighten.

“No worries, dear. I know you can't do much but that's fine." Afearnia leaned in to give him a nuzzling kiss, caressing his cheek with hers as she whispered in his ear. “You always said you wanted to see a very specific type of porn, and I think I may have helped you out."

He gulped. “Is that safe? You're not exactly...you know, you're not a mare." He glanced over at the Ulokar, which was as big as a draft horse but not as thick. It was more lean but had more muscle definition than a stallion. Rex was standing by, caressing his long, flowing whiskers and sharing a moment of affection with him. He turned back to Afearnia. “And Ulokar can be dangerous for all but the most experienced of partners. That's why the porn is so rare."

She nodded back at him while walking backwards away from him. “I know. Trust me, I know what I'm doing." She leaned to the side and turned on the camera as she walked by it.

Rex gave the ulokar drake a bit of a pat on his scaled neck and shoulder, then stepped away to join Afearnia between the two cameras. “She's been coming around every few days for the last month or so, getting acquainted with D'kraal. Getting him used to her presence. Helping him with his urges that so few others can manage, all while getting a special concoction from Ilorek, custom blended to her alchemical signature to-" He paused and bared his fangs in a devious grin. “I don't think you care too much about the details. The point is, she's got this."

Ezra's expression drooped as he realized just how much Afearnia had put into this. He went to reach out to offer a hug but then doubled over as the pressure of the plug made him nearly cross his legs and fall to his knees.

Rex turned on the second camera and offered Ezra a handheld one. “You can help film if you want. Or you can get involved if you wanna do that. You would need to sign some paperwork after, though." He hoisted the second camera off its tripod and placed it on his shoulder. “The more angles we have the better the video."

“And this one is comfortable with the filming equipment?" Ezra asked as he took the camera.

“He's the only one we could find that wasn't naturally aggressive towards electronics, yeah." Rex looked into the view finder on the camera on his shoulder to make sure he got into position. “There's no script but if you wanna tell a story that makes for better cinema."

His heart was racing still; even harder than before. This was all too good to be true. Two fantasies in one? There had to be a catch. “Wait, how will I be able to get involved? I've never seen this D'kraal fellow before, won't he be aggressive towards me?"

Afearnia pulled away from the ulokar to assure Ezra. “Not as long as I'm around. But if you just want to watch, please do. And make sure you get some good video so you have something to help get that plug out later." She winked then glanced sidelong at Rex and then back to Ezra. “But once he says action, then no more questions. It'll all be one uncut video and anyone will be able to see it."

He gulped, then gave a thumbs up while trying to figure out how to turn the camera on. In most cases he'd have no problem with it but the pressure of the verge of climax mixed with the roiling desire that bubbled within him at the prospect of seeing ulokarian knotting in person. He'd played with them before and even experienced some extreme stuff but no cameras were involved and both Valencia and Ceylon were there to make sure nothing went wrong. This was different. At least that was how he remembered it. That wasn't entirely true but his memory was a little foggy at the moment.

Rex glanced over and around the camera and then leaned over to press the record button on Ezra's, He then got back to his on and paused, waiting to see if Ezra said anything. After a moment of silence, He counted down. “Okay, Action in five. Four. Three." Then motioned with his fingers the end of the count down with two, one, and then a point towards D'Kraal.

All the cameras were on including Ezra's, even if he wasn't focusing too much on them and was instead fixated on Afearnia as she got into what he assumed was some sort of character. As he watched, she performed; it wasn't clear if the performance was for the camera or for him. Well, it was both, since it was a fair assumption that she was doing it specifically for him to have a video for later.

Afearnia entered the frame, walking gingerly toward the ulokar beast from the side, one hand up so that it would make contact before she got too close. Despite her being tall and thin, D'kaal's shoulders were about the same height as her at the tip of her ears. When she got close, he lowered his head and growled at her. She didn't seem too bothered by this. Instead, it just encouraged her to get up close and kneel next to his head, stroking his long flowing whisker as she leaned in close.

“It's okay. Good drake." She said to him while stroking his neck. He shifted and looked agitated until she leaned in close and nuzzled the top of his head between his horns. Male ulokar had an odd number of horns, meaning they always had one cresting their skull and lining their spine, D'kraal was no different. He had two waving horns, one on either side over each eye and one curved one down the middle like a rhino but swept back. “How was your day?"

He huffed, grumbled, and growled at her, then trilled gently at her as his expression softened. He sounded so aggressive, so mean, like he was always on the verge of snapping at her. Despite this, she didn't seem worried at all. She even encouraged him when he lowered his snout lower to sniff her midsection, which was presumably still slick from earlier.

Afearnia stood tall in front of him, making sure to keep contact with her hands. She looked over at the camera then grinned at Ezra with a seductive wink, still stroking D'kraal's neck so he kept his focus on her. Some commercial porn might have had her do some sexy poses or fake pre-orgasms to excite the viewer but that wasn't the style at The Ranch. They preferred more natural-feeling interaction and most of their content had an amateur feel to it rather than the commercial work it actually was.

Still, she had a very different attitude towards her performance. It felt natural, not forced. She patted his shoulder and slipped to the side, pressing her entire chest to his flank while she caressed the fluff around his neck, eventually petting the thick scales lining his spine.

In response he tensed up a bit, giving Ezra and Rex a bit of a side-eye and baring his teeth before relaxing. It seemed he did have some good rapport with Afearnia because the more she focused on him and the more he was distracted by her the less agitated he acted.

Afearnia quickly lost herself to D'kraal, like she forgot she was being filmed. She quickly crouched and patted her thighs, squatting down while making eye contact with him. He play bowed in response pressing his chest to the ground and waggling his rump end, tail curled over his back like a scorpion. She reached out to aggressively slap him on the horn, making him twitch back and twist his neck, biting down hard on her forearm, yanking her off balance and pulling her to the ground.

Ezra tensed and looked to Rex but the tiger didn't seem concerned and was focused on filming. The contraction within his abdomen made the plug in his groin shift a bit, amplifying the pressure on his bladder. He really needed to release but was doing his best to keep a good angle with the camera.

It was then he noticed that D'kraal was staring at him through narrowed eyes with Afearnia on the ground next to his head and chest.

She distracted the ulokar by hoisting herself into a kneeling position, rump on her heels, to cut off the line of sight between Ezra and D'kraal. She then pounced the beast, jumping onto his shoulders with her arms around his neck, nuzzling his fur mane, distracting him.

He began to bound and buck like he was trying to get her off him, but when he saw she'd held on tight and wasn't going to be flung away, he rolled and shoulder tackled the ground, pinning her beneath his immense weight.

Her startled yip made Ezra edge forward to once again try to help her out but he stopped when D'kraal also pulled back in response. It was clear he didn't want to harm her. Plus, Ezra subconsciously knew that every time he got too close or tried to intervene when things seemed dangerous it would just distract the typically aggressive ulokar and ruin the scene. He needed to back off; some rough play like biting the forearm and tackling each other were not concerning but pleasant. He knew first hand that some mounts like dragons and gryphons could do some damage, even if they weren't trying to.

Afearnia knew what she was doing so Ezra forced himself to stay back, trying his best to keep the camera trained on the two of them in order to get some additional shots on top of what Rex was getting. He wasn't usually one who filmed things but it was fun to be involved when he knew he couldn't bottom for the beast. Not with the plug. Not with his new parts. Even with a month of experience behind him he had a long way to go before he could handle the drafter-sized drake.

So he held back as best he could. He tried to be an objective view as his mate had fun with a beastly ulokar. It was a lot easier than it sounded; the only hard part was not stroking himself as he watched. Seeing her being so playful and affectionate towards such an aggressive creature was fun.

She was not shy at all. She tackled him, he pawed at her, she bit him on the scruff of the neck and he returned the aggressive affection. It looked rough – and it was – but it was playful first and foremost. Sure, many of the bites and claws looked like they were gonna break skin but they never did. She just kept getting increasingly aggressive with him, teasing him and butt-slapping him and trying to tackle him only to then have him reciprocate by knocking her over and pinning her to the ground only to lick her face and nuzzle her belly.

While she was on the ground, laying on her back with him flopped down on top of her, she caressed his cheek with one hand and slipped her other under his chin and between her legs, idly rubbing herself under the short skirt.

This caught D'kraal's attention. He shuffled backwards off her and then bit down on her upper thigh, pausing to nuzzle between her legs where she was pleasuring herself. He was not shy and wasted no time extending his long, forked dog-like tongue to her plump spade as she peeled her skirt up over her belly. Both Ezra and Rex got some good shots of that as the twin forks of the ulokarian tongue probed into her.

For fun, knowing that Rex was getting good shots of the main show, Ezra panned over to look at D'kraal's tail end, getting a good angle of his soft, scaled balls and plump, round rump hole. It was gently twitching and pulsating with every lick; a lovely image to share.

Then, after a few moments of letting the ulokar taste her, Afearna rolled back to her knees and sat in the grass, squatting in place and holding his head close to her chest while he still attempted to extend his tongue around her skirt to continue to lick her. She liked it but after a moment of quiet contemplation she got back to her feet and then edge down his side, both palms on his flank to keep contact before she slid a single hand down to his belly.

He growled a bit, lowering himself and widening his stance before calming and loosening up. After she got a few strokes along his belly, never touching anything lewd, he started wagging his back half and shifting from paw to paw, almost dancing before curling over and doing a roll onto his back, both paws and talons curled up as he exposed his belly.

Afearnia leapt on him, cross-bodied over his belly. She aggressively scritched and rubbed and caressed his abdomen from his chest down to his inner thighs, occasionally letting her hand brush his thick, meaty sheath to see how he reacted. His purple member's bulbous tip was poking out the end of it, smearing thick slimy mess onto his belly.

This was where things could have gone one of two ways. Most commercial porn would have had her meekly suck on his cock tip, to try to 'excite' him while making him lose interest. However, ulokar were far less tolerant of fake nonsense so that wasn't how it went. Afearnia was no professional but that made her actions more authentic.

She crawled up fully onto his belly so that she was straddling him, her thighs squeezing his belly as best she could while she locked eyes with him on his back. She slid a bit on the slick scales of his lower belly but kept her place by grabbing and kneading the fur around his chest and neck. He growled at her, baring her teeth, only instead of it being aggressive it was affection.

Ulokar had a strange way of showing that. It may have been a huge reason why it was so rare to see them in videos; their lust and playfulness often seemed to be aggression. He knew that from some previous experiences but it was fair to assume most people who made porn were scared of them. And to be fair they had a history of not being friendly around electronics and unless the one with them was well bonded to them they were not obedient and actually would be aggressive.

The only way to get ulokarian porn was to have built a bond with the beast or be willing to have your arm torn off. Afearnia had spent weeks gaining D'kraal's trust and loyalty before performing for Ezra. A perfect midnight date. And he'd have the video to commemorate the moment!

She, of course, was now fully focused on D'kraal and was slowly pushing herself backwards so that his bulbous tip prodded her plump spade. From Ezra's perspective it looked like there was absolutely no way it would fit, as the blunt ulokarian cock head was the same size and shape as her fist. However, he got a reminder that the potion she'd had made was quite effective at making flesh malleable by the shift in pressure within his depths. HE was able to take a cock in his own – a thin oomin cock but that was thicker than a finger so it counted – so he could only imagine how much her flesh could manage with that same potion.

Canine spades were tight at the entrance but then loosened up inside to hold the knot. That would be the hurdle to overcome. Luckily, she seemed to know this as she reached back with one hand to wrap her fingers around her rump cheek and slip a few digits into herself. She pried her lips apart, exposing the silky folds of her passage and opened herself to his member.

He wasn't in a mounting position so he didn't take action immediately. Not until she leaned back, forcing her flesh to wrap around his. The moment he felt her warmth against his exposed tip, he bucked his hips once, the blunt head popping into her with ease.

She gasped and threw her head back, immediately breathing heavily to compensate for the pressure that exploded inside her. That wasn't acting, it was a sincere reaction to being punched in the pussy by a cock the size of her leg. She had to pause to catch her breath and find the most comfortable angle to ease back, all while Rex zoomed in to get a very good, up-close view of his purple member stretching her peachy pink spade wide around its girth as more and more of his length popped out of the sheath one ridge at a time.

Ezra struggled to keep any sort of focus on filming the action, as his own member was fully erect and plugged deep inside, so his length was twitching like he was spurting repeatedly but nothing was coming out. HE did get a good view of Afearnia's blissful and exhausted look. Her tongue was out and she was half-cocking a grin, exposing her teeth while her violet eyes narrowed, looking back at the camera. She nodded and took another few deep breaths before leaning back into the beast's length.

Had this been a gryphon or dragon, one trained for porn production, D'kraal would have remained on his back and enjoyed a free ride, his cock being stroked by her depths. But Ulokar were more instinctual and less domesticated than their contemporaries. D'kraal did not stay on his back.

The ulokarian instincts took over and he immediately rolled over onto all fours, propelling her off his belly in the process but not letting go of her given that his swollen flare was plugged just inside her. This left her dangling underneath her, held up by the taut flesh of her spade lips.

She did all she could to roll over so that she was belly down, rump up high and chest flat on the ground. It was an awkward position but it was needed given D'kraal's sudden intensity. She had to submit to him or be forced into position, it seemd.

He wasted no time pressing one of his front paws to the back of her head, pinning her to the ground while he bucked his hips, forcing the rest of his length to emerge from the confines of his sheath. Ezra was sure to get a good shot of that glorious mauve cock before it disappeared again.

Given that D'kraal was on a mission now it was important to not get in the way while he completed his mission. He was horny, he'd been teased, he'd been given that trigger of having his flare swallowed by Afearnia's depths, and he wasn't going to go slow or be gentle. That was not how the ulokar worked; another reason they were not often used in porn videos. Even if one bonded with a partner and didn't treat them like a threat, the actual mating was still intense beyond what most could handle. Not only were they rough and aggressive but their members were a blend of every intense feature known to the agens of Dalon.

The head was bulbous and broad like a horse, lined by intense bumps around the rim and that was before it flared out to triple its normal girth. The shaft was a series of scale-like ridges that folded over on themselves so there were very aggressive gaps between them that grabbed and tugged. There were spines and barbs along the shaft between the head and the base, where there was an aggressively bulbous knot that swelled to triple the girth of the shaft once it was buried fully.

Afearnia was now at the mercy of every ridge, every spine, every bulbous knot and flare, all powered by a beast as big as a draft horse with the heft and power of a dragon. Had she not been so confident with the potion she'd used and had he not known that she was going to be fine he'd have been concerned for her safety. Not only was D'kraal being aggressive by slamming into her with little regard for the fact she was a fraction of his size, he was also so well endowed that his cock was as big as her entire thigh from the hip to the knee. Before flaring or knotting or extending.

She was going to be taken hard and deep. Which is clearly what she wanted.

Rex kept trained on the penetration point, sure to get a great shot of each and every cock ridge slipping into her then tugging on her flesh from inside, stretching and distending her spade in the process. None of them came out, they only popped in and stayed lodged in place until he bucked again, ensuring each and every one of his ridges was plunged into her.

Ezra couldn't help but be worried about her so he crept forward a bit so he could focus on her expression as the massive beast slammed into her, growling and snarling down at her with every motion. D'kraal was drooling down the back of her neck, soaking her spiked collar and gumming up her magenta hair with clear slime. She had a familiar twisted look on her face; she wasn't in pain or distressed, she was lost in lust. Her eyes were twitching and rolling in their sockets, her lips were curled in a snarl even as his paw pressed her chin to the ground, and her hands were digging into the grass and dirt.

She was completely climax-twisted. Lost to the sensations and well beyond normal pleasure. And it was only going to get worse.

Content that she was not in distress, Ezra did his best to focus more on the full scene, sure to show all of D'krall and Afearnia underneath him, pinned by his paw and locked by his length, knot still throbbing at half mast just outside of her.

The view of those huge bulbs teasing her lips, stretching her open as slime from both of them trickled down off the lobes and rolled over her thighs was almost enough to make him break and lean in to get a taste. He could only imagine how thick and intense that blend must have been.

Before he could make a move or try to get involved – he was allowed but wasn't super keen on being in a video all would see (yet) – D'kraal growled again and pressed his entire weight down on Afearnia, not only applying pressure to her but forcing her down onto her knees with her legs spread and his body practically covering her. He was laying on top of her, crouched on all fours with her barely visible out from the side, his scales and thick fur practically blanketing her.

She was hard to see from the side apart from her head sticking out between his front paw and curled neck, but from behind the pair of them Rex was getting an insanely good shot of his knot grinding and twisting against her pussy lips, forcing its way deeper and deeper. His hips shifted and his tail swept back and forth behind, nearly striking both Rex and Ezra as they tried to get good shots.

He was nearly content, his lips curled in a snarl as he bucked and ground his hips against her, front paws holding her in place with his weight pressed down on her. After only a few seconds of rough, intense pushing, his entire form lurched forward as his knot eased into her, lips spreading open to swallow him all the way to the base.

There was an incredible shot of her spade lips dilating wide to wrap around his knot, closing around the base and clenching up to lock him in place, caught from two angles by both Rex and Ezra. Once more, Ezra was tempted to reach in and caress his balls or give his rump a massage but he figured that wasn't a risk worth taking. Not even with the growing pressure of need within him from the locked plug down his urethra.

A deep growl came from the other end of the pair of them, but Ezra was shocked to hear it wasn't coming from D'kraal. It was Afearnia, growling and chomping down on the ulokar's front paw, the deep register far lower than her petite frame may have implied possible. She was loving this.

Of course, this wasn't it. Once the bulbous lobes of the ulokar's knot popped into her they began to swell, inflating her cookie from within, forcing her lips to descend without letting go, forming a distinct bulge between her legs. Not only that, but as the knot tied her up tight, a bulge slowly formed in her belly, pressing out enough that they could see it from the side with her half smothered by him.

The unique anatomy of ulokar meant that once the knots tied, they stayed in place while the shaft could extend and retract, creating a thrusting sensation deep inside the bitch while not letting a single drop of seed seep out. That was what Afearnia was enduring while having the full weight of D'kraal pressed down on her back, forcing her legs to splay out and pussy to be tugged by knot.

There wasn't much to see outside, since D'kraal was only gently grunting and arching his back, the knot lodged firm in place. From the outside, all that Rex and Ezra could see was the pulsating of his member tugging on her bulging, inflated spade. No thrusting, no sputtering of seed, no delicious sounds or sights, no friction or motion. There was a lovely view of his ballsack being tugged up and his rump pucker pulsating alongside every motion, but that was it for the better part of an hour.

The fun part was happening inside, as the knot remained tied inside her pussy and his shaft extended and flared in her womb, extending and retracting to create visible, intense bulges in her belly that shifted and churned her insides. She grunted, she growled, she whimpered, and she yipped every time she felt the shaft move inside her.

It didn't take long but once she got comfortable with the ravaging of her depths all the way to her womb, she managed to catch her breath and motion Ezra closer. He still didn't want to be in the shot but his self control was waning and he didn't want to deny her.

He kept the camera on her belly as the bulges shifted around inside her, making bulges that looked like a tentacle was swimming inside her. “How ya doing?" He huffed, still hard and struggling from the pressure that came from the plug.

“Pet him. Stroke him." She said, releasing her grip on the grass to motion towards D'kraal. “Now's the best time to form a bond."

Nervous, he nodded and reached out, pressing a palm to the fur of the ulokar's neck just under the horns. D'kraal leaned into him and licked his forearm, then eased forward to touch snout to snout. Ezra reciprocated, sharing a moment of intimacy with the beast.

Though the entire experience was intense and perhaps too much to handle for some, he was content knowing that she was enjoying herself and safe. He knew to trust her but concern has little basis in trust. It was still nice to see confirmation.

He stayed with Afearnia and D'kraal, free hand still aiming the camera at her belly from the side as the definition slowly lessened; her womb was being filled with so much ulokar seed that her belly was swelling, like she was pregnant. Even her natural abs were smoothed over.

Afearnia grunted as the added pressure built up, the load of cum locked inside her by the knot that plugged her cunt. She instinctively reached out and grabbed Ezra's hand as the pressure got to be too much, wincing a bit as she pushed down.

Most ulokar would tie overnight, which is why D'kraal had laid down on top of Afearnia, but the potion was likely making her flesh just a bit more malleable than natural because a moment later the pressure inside her forced that knot to pop out followed by an explosive burst of pearly seed that soaked the grass and cascaded over his shaft. She was left gaping for only a second as more and more seeped out of her, spade sealing up and throbbing with orgasmic delight in the wake of the ulokar cock.

She huffed while Rex got a glorious post-pullout creampie shot, though some was lost since Ezra was focused more on Afearnia than getting a good view. Rex could only focus on her throbbing flesh and failed to get the shot of D'kraal's cock shrinking and returning to the sheath, slick seed and fluids being scraped off by his own flesh to soak the ground behind her.

D'kraal stood tall over top of her and nuzzled Afearnia from behind, giving a proper lick and nuzzle to encourage her. She was a good girl, he seemed to be affirming.

She rolled over and let him nuzzle her chest and belly, petting his cheeks and grabbing his horns playfully. “Good boy. Good boy." She pressed her snout up to his forehead just below his center horn. “Thanks for that."

He gave her another lick, sniffed the air, then pulled away in a play bow, tail up and wagging behind him. It looked like he was going to pounce Afearnia as she lay prone on the ground but instead he leapt across the clearing to shoulder tackle Ezra, making him nearly drop the camera.

Ezra panicked for a moment before regaining his balance and seeing that D'kraal was being playful, specifically with him. Curious, he motioned for Rex to come get the camera before engaging.

And in that moment, he got to play with a ulokar like it was his own pet dog. A playful, boisterous beast the size of a draft horse with the intelligence and playful nature of a wolf.

One by one the spotlights were shut off and Rex packed up the equipment, returning it to the barn. Then, once Afearnia recovered, they guided D'kraal back to his pasture and called it a night. It was time to go home.

The long walk down the gemlit roads was going to be quite stressful for Ezra, who had to contend with the pressure of a shifting plug inside him with every step.