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Time was kind to Ezra but he found himself in a bit of a conundrum once the euphoria of the ulokar situation died down. The lingering pleasure of adequately ravaged loins was nice but it left him quite weak. Quite exhausted. His knees buckled every few steps and he had to stop to get his breath more than he felt was appropriate. He was used to being exhausted after a proper rutting but in the past he was usually the one on top, the one doing all the hard work. This time he was ravaged by that beast and he was even more worn out than usual.

It was actually something that was giving him a bit of extra appreciation towards the women in his life. Being on the bottom was quite a work out! He had to clench his core muscles, flex his legs and joints to keep in the proper position, and alternately clench and relax his loins to ensure his partner got the best mix of snug and relaxed sensations with each thrust. Far more work than he expected.

But this was more than that. This wasn't just a matter of him being weak from having to brace himself for the duration of a session. This was a case of having fragile joints and no breath after even the slightest physical labor. He was a tall canine so he was used to his joints being a bit more easily exhausted than most but this was different.

Still, he couldn't help but present himself with a sense of pride as he toured The Ranch. The past weeks with Afearnia and the rest of the group mixed with his time at The Ranch gave him a sense of belonging that he'd wanted for years. These were his people. This was where he needed to be. The comfort of a quad beast was more pure than that of his anthro brethren, yet he couldn't help but feel equally loved by Afearnia, Fidget, Therris, Vvilfred, and every other one of the poly group.

Love. Yeah, that was the word for it. He felt loved. Because he was loved. It may not have been that deep, life-altering form of love that bonds people until the day they die but it was still love. A new, developing love but he felt it to be true. He had an affection for Afearnia and the others that he hadn't felt with people before this.

Maybe he was just not used to being with people who accepted him for who he was without need for compromise or the need to 'fit in'. So many cultural norms demanded people be stuffed into small, restrictive holes – not the fun kind – and that just felt so insincere. This idea that people had to love one person and only one person and that breaking that rule was immoral for some reason didn't make a lot of sense to him. Sometimes people fell out of love. Some people fell in love easily. Sometimes the love you had for a person fluctuates and that needed to be okay.

Loving someone and being in love with them were two subtly different things. Some days he loved his friends, other times he wanted to be away from them. And that needed to be okay. Sometimes he felt intimate passion for a person, and other days he needed to be allowed to not be attracted to them without it hurting anyone's feelings or making anyone feel angry with him. Emotions fluctuate and that can be the same for love. Moreso, there was nothing morally uncouth about loving two or more people. That's why he felt so comfortable with the polycule that he'd been introduced to. It was nice to be able to express himself freely without worrying about hurting anyone or being hurt by jealousy himself.

That mixed with his experiences with the ferals of the ranch made him realize with growing certainty that he was a free spirit. He needed to be free to live as he felt, with people who at the very least understood him or accepted him. And this recurring thought process helped to blast more and more of his insecurities away. Those insecurities were borne of societal pressures that told him he needed to act a certain way and deviation would be met with scorn and judgment. Once those shackles were unbound and he was free, he didn't feel pressured or shamed.

And that was magical. Above all else it helped him love himself. He wasn't broken, he wasn't nasty or deviant, he just hadn't found his tribe. Now he'd found his tribe and it made him want to be a better person not for others but just because he wanted to be.

Ezra found himself wanting to work at The Ranch, not for money but just because he enjoyed it. After the ulokar had all been satisfied and things went back to normal he had grabbed a shovel and started cleaning the pastures because he wanted to. He enjoyed the thought of helping to make this place feel homely. Because he wanted to spent time here, it felt less like work and more like self-care.

There was a world of difference between the things he did because he had to and the things he did because he wanted to. In a roundabout way that went for partners and lovers, too. Having to sleep with the same person every night was restrictive if he wanted to sleep with others some nights. Or maybe he wanted to sleep alone. Maybe he wanted to sleep in the stables and cuddle a hippogryph or something. Options were not a bad thing when it meant anyone had the opportunity to enjoy life without fear of being ostracized.

The feral beasts at The Ranch felt no shame. Why should he?

All of these realizations and thoughts went through his head and each time they resurfaced he got a wave of confidence and strength to keep going. To sling another bale of hay or happily cart the wheelbarrow across the field or brush one of the horse manes. He had limitless energy to help out and none of it felt like work. There was something special about that feeling.

However there were also some drawbacks to his current level of enthusiasm. Every time he finished a chore he found himself having to pause to lean against the barn or take in a breath. And every time he did that a surge of arousal bubbled up within him, making him need to take care of it. There was a tingle in his loins that never went away even though he'd been thoroughly satisfied.

Making matters worse, the more he ignored it the more demanding it got. And the more he tried to take care of it the clearer it was that he was perhaps a bit too tender and sore to capitalize.

The first time he gave in and tried to use his fingers, he found that he was a little too tender to take care of himself. He had to be gentle. Since he was nude while working – The Ranch was clothing optional and it seemed strange to care about modesty – he leaned against the side of the barn and slipped a hand up under his balls while his other stroked his member through his sheath. The barbell in his clitoral fossa – the top part of the spade-shaped vulva – made him extra sensitive so he had to be very gentle. Striking the balance between being effective and being careful was hard but he did it.

With him huffing and heaving, one hand between his thighs and the other squeezing his knot, he found that he was hornier after he climaxed than before. And he was more tender.

A problematic combination, to be sure. Satisfying himself was supposed to alleviate the need, not add to it. So once he was done with the first round, he was in an even worse position with loins that were even more sensitive and sore. The best solution he could imagine was to keep working and see if that was able to distract him.

This time he was carrying out a load of meat to the canine sector of The Ranch. All of it in a wheelbarrow. One that forced him to ride over bumpy trails and gravel and grassy knobs of terrain the whole way there. That was certainly a problem because the vibrations passed through the handles of the wheelbarrow, up his arms, and through his body to just barely tease him enough to keep him aroused. Making matters worse, most of the trails made him keep a narrow gait, like he was walking on a tightrope. This meant that his thighs were always squeezed very tight and grinding against his piercing.

He considered stopping to pleasure himself again but didn't want the good boys and girls to miss out on getting a pretty significant load of smoked meat. He persisted.

The Ranch's layout was pretty interesting. The entire property was in the crater of a volcano, with the ridges around the outside tall and steep to hide the happenings within. Well, not an actual volcano, it just looked like that. High cliffs on all sides boxing it in while the ranch itself was on a mostly flat plateau in the middle. It wasn't a bowl shape like other volcano craters. It was massive, though, the size of a small village.

The split-level house that Ilorek and Valencia lived in was in the middle and there were a half dozen different regions going out from the main area, almost like different segments on a dart board. The two closest to the drive way that granted access to the road were the horse pasture and the ulokar field. The horse pasture was mostly open with a few scattered trees and huts for the horses to seek shelter in if they needed it while the other side – the north side straddling the edge of the Vast Emerald Wood – was half covered in trees so the ulokar could live comfortably.

Next to the horse pasture was the pair of aeries, which actually had a lot of hidden underground tunnels. These were both for the flying creatures like the gryphons and dragons and anything in between. The back region of The Ranch was a large, open savannah styled area meant for the felines while the remaining area that was probably a full quarter of the property – the feline and ulokar being of equal size while the horse, dragon, and gryphon areas were collectively about a quarter of the land – was the canine region. A rocky series of trails and cliff and forests and ponds.

That's where he was going. The far corner with the canines, where he was meaning to drop off a shipment of food to the den openings where many of the wolves stayed when they weren't out seeking companionship or playing.

Getting into the paddock was easy. Wheeling the food over to the spot a full kilometer and a half away over uneven, deliberately natural-feeling trails was hard. Every step made him squirm. Every vibration of the handle of the wheelbarrow made him whimper to himself. But he did it. He persisted.

Eventually he made his way to the opening of the cave system where the one pack resided. There were dozens of canines, mixed between wild dog types, wolf packs, and random stragglers that came and went freely, all of which got along. As long as there was plenty of food and companionship to go around the different groups were able to coexist comfortably.

The moment Ezra dumped the meat outside of the cave, he heard the sassy chatting of one of the nearby wolves, not unlike a husky but in a deeper tone. Instinctively he got down to a knee and motioned them over, eagerly inviting the wolf over for some pets and cuddles.

Of course, that wasn't what happened. The moment the wolf – clearly a larger, stronger one – emerged from the cave, it started side-pacing around Ezra, sizing him up. It was almost like hunting but Ezra knew none of them were like that. No, this wolf clearly was seeking something else.

But Ezra knew he really shouldn't give into that desire. His spade was sore and sensitive. The last thing he needed was some aggressive wolf mounting him. He didn't need it, but that desire kept bubbling up in his loins, so he wanted it.

The correct move was to grab the wheelbarrow and roll it out of there but instead he reached out, hoping the wolf would approach him. His other hand idly slipped between his legs, gingerly touching his piercing to send waves of pleasure through himself.

As expected the wolf bounded forward, ignoring the pile of smoked meat to shoulder tackle Ezra, nearly knocking him over while begging for flank rubs. Ezra happily obliged, giving long pets, butt scritches, ear massages, and even some belly rubs with permission. This only lasted a moment since the wolf immediately caught a whiff of the canine scent of arousal that billowed up from between Ezra's long legs, he buried his snout as close as he could get to the source.

This nearly knocked Ezra over as the wolf jumped up and pawed at him, eagerly trying to sniff and lick him. Ezra did his best to keep the wolf away, to keep him at arm's length to not agitate his desires, but he had very little in the way of will when it came to quadruped companions. His resistance was a mockery of self defense, as he playfully pushed the wolf and redirected him every time the canine got in close. As far as the feral was concerned, this was play and not resistance. Of course.

After a few imitation attempts to keep the wolf from getting to affectionate, the quadruped reared up and wrapped both front paws around Ezra's raised knee, humping the air just out of reach.

Again, the proper response to this was to stand up and discourage the eager fellow while getting back to his self-imposed chores but he didn't do that. Of course he didn't do that. It mattered not that he was sore and tender, that every touch made it worse. What mattered is that this cute, playful wuff had some need to be taken care of and Ezra's instincts made it clear he was the bitch for the job.

Not only did he not stand up or push the wolf away, he rolled over so he was on his knees, tail up and one hand bracing himself. He used the other hand to gently ease the wolf around so he was in the right position. Once he felt those paws around his hips, he got down onto his elbows and started panting excitedly, tail up high over his rump to keep it out of the way and legs spread just far enough to ensure his cheeks and thighs wouldn't obstruct.

The wolf was expertly trained. Experienced. He was also large enough that even Ezra's long thighs weren't enough to make it awkward. The wolf was huge. Larger than all but the biggest dogs.

He braced himself and lowered his head to the ground as the wolf started to wildly buck and slam him from behind. Ezra could feel the beast's tip emerging from the sheath to stab him along the taint, jabbing and grinding in between hip and thigh while he tried to find the right angle. Then, much to his surprise and delight, Ezra flexed a muscle in his pelvic region that expertly hoisted his spade up towards the underside of his tail, making it so that it was at an optimal height and angle while also minimizing the distance between his triangular vulva and tail.

It was perfect and within only a few thrusts and seconds the canine's tip found its mark between his lips. The wolf slammed himself in as hard and as deep as he could go the moment he felt Ezra's flesh swallow his shaft. As expected, it was hard and intense as the wolf arched his back and wrapped his paws even tighter around Ezra's waist, playfully snarling into the ear as he slammed his hips as deep as he could go.

Every motion gave Ezra the sensation of having his depths ravaged. Even before the knot formed, even before he started to swell, even before there was any texture. The deep red of a canine's shaft was slick usually, with little in terms of texture until the veins started to bulge; most of the appeal came from the taste and the pressure of the knot. But with his cookie so swollen and tender it felt like each thrust was tugging on his flesh from within only to slam it back in. And that was before the knot started to swell. Once that grew inside him and began to lock them together he was almost forced into a state of mental unrest as the sensations overrode his lucidity.

He twisted his wrists and hands, rolled his eyes back, let his tongue hang out, and nearly collapsed under the wolf as the pressure built within him. The knot inflated, growing larger and larger until it felt like he was gonna split in two. It didn't hurt but it was so overwhelming to his tender flesh. So much so that the pressure made him leak out the tip of his sheath.

Ezra's cock actually remained hidden within him, as only one of his sets of genitals were fully functioning at a time. All the blood was pooling in his spade, not coaxing his member from its confines.

Yet, that didn't seem to be doing its job. To his utter shock, even as he knew the knot was lodged deep within him, it popped right out! Mid-tie! The canine's cock was forced out of him like it wasn't meant to lock them together. He felt the lurch and the tug, the intensity of the pressure shifting, the sensations of the subtle friction, and then heard the schlick sound as his lips struggled to grip him on the way out.

This just left him leaking as the wolf's fully engorged knot bobbed between his hind legs, gooey trails of silky fluid escaping both of them.

The scent of seed once again nearly drove him feral as he scuttled around on all fours to get a taste. He gently cradled the wolf's member and wrapped his fingers around the base of the knot so that the shaft was spurting silky, thin seed all over his forearm. He was sure to lean down and wedge his tongue between the wolf's spitting tip and his wrist so he got to taste all the musky delight he could.

His loins remained tender, sensitive, and a little sore but now his arousal had found a new focus. Now that he was squeezing and tugging the beast's knot, his member could get a bit of attention and support form his loins, allowing the dark mauve tip to emerge and leak some of his own.

However, right as he was about to take the entirety of that knot in his maw and feel the shaft spurting down his throat, a voice came from behind him atop one of the nearby cliffs. “You have a visitor." She said.

Ezra turned with maw agape and tongue still cradling the wolf's cock tip to collect all the seed he could. It was Valencia, perched high and smiling down at him. He reluctantly pulled his tongue into his maw and gulped down what he could, sure to be slow and deliberate so the flavour coated him all the way down to the belly. “Oh?" Was all he could say. He didn't let go of the beast's knot; it was still idly spewing shot after shot onto his wrist where the fluid soaked into the fur of his forearm.

If nothing else the scent would persist. That would be nice.

Valencia smiled. “Yeah, it's Ceylon. Says she really needs to see you for something."

That tone changed the mood. “Oh." Ezra repeated, this time with less curious enthusiasm.

“Oh, it's nothing bad! It never is. Even if something was wrong we can help. I don't know the details but she said to come get ya! So I'm here. I'm getting you!"

“Thanks!" Ezra said with a grin and a nod. He was still holding the knot under the canine's belly but the wolf was getting bored due to the distraction and was now trying to pull away. He considered keeping a gentle grip with the knot between the beast's hind legs but the combination of being needed elsewhere and the fact he'd never want to do anything he'd see as holding a good boy against his will ensured he let go immediately. He then smeared the lube that had transferred from the knot to his palm all over his muzzle and licked the rest up. “I guess my friend is gone, so I'm coming."

Coming, indeed. His own cock was still fully formed and trapped in his sheath. The knot was swollen, pressing taught against the furred flesh to form a clear and distinct bulge.

“Good stuff! And, uh, thanks for helping out around here. You didn't have to."

“No, but I wanted to!" He said simply and with passion as his member slowly shrunk.

She grinned again and nodded. “Well, you're always welcome here if you wanna lend a hand. We always need a few extra paws and I get the impression that you'd accept your payment in...seed." She bared a single fang while winking knowingly at him. “Anyway, she said to meet her in the horse barn! I've got some administration to cater to, so I have to go! See ya!"

Had he still been the shy type he may have flushed. Instead he just grinned back at her as broadly as he could. “Alright! I'll head in." He glanced over to see that the wolf had ran off back into the cave, having taken a few mouthfuls of the smoked meat. Disappointing he didn't get to be stuffed with that puppy batter or tied for a while but his flesh was extra tender and part of him was weirdly glad he never got tied fully.

Once Valencia flitted away, he grabbed the wheelbarrow and returned down the path towards the central region of The Ranch.

The trip back was much simpler and quicker. Without a load of meat to weigh down the wheelbarrow, there was very little in terms of resistance and vibrations so it didn't resonate within his loins. Kind of a shame but it made things a bit easier for him getting back.

He put the wheelbarrow where it belonged and made his way to the horse barn. Once he did he slid the door open and revealed an empty barn. No gryphon. No horses. No hippogryphs. Ezra was confused and was about to leave when he heard a voice calling down from the rafters.

“Welcome back! Having lots of fun, I hope!" Ceylon greeted.

Ezra looked up to see the gryphon was perched on one of the beams over a horse stall and she was about the size of a large cat or small dog. Not her usual size which made many of the horses look small. He waved. “Oh! This is a different form for you."

She fluttered down and landed on one of the nearby stall gates, tail swishing behind her while she daintily balanced on the wood. “Oh, I change forms all the time. Transformation is my thing. Aside from the cost, magic wise, the shifting is always fun. Sometimes I'm even a biped like you!"

“I remember! You did your lecture on two legs!"

“Oh right! Yes! I forgot about that. I mean, I spend most of my day on two legs for the public-facing image. That version of me has been on vacation since that lecture, actually. As far as anyone knows I'm-" Ceylon paused and laughed. “Okay, that's just me rambling. In this form I can come and go freely without anyone paying me any mind. To most I'm just a wild bird-kitty. Not me."

“Convenient." Ezra said, then leaned against the nearest stall post. “So what's up? Valencia said something was important?"

Ceylon walked down the top of the stall door and got close to Ezra. She didn't rub her beak-cheek like a cat would but she did sway her hips seductively. “In a manner of speaking." She started, then turned around slowly enough that her exposed vulva gave Ezra a show. “I think we're at that stage where you are just about done with the rasterization of your transformation and I believe you may be struggling a bit with that final step."

Ezra nodded and gulped. Not out of bashfulness but because being reminded made him think about the tingle in his loins. “You could say that."

“Well, I'd like to give you one final checkup before I send you on your way." She turned again, this time deliberately winking her clit to drool a single strand of fluid over the side of the barn door.

“How so? And why are you teasing me like this?" He reached out to playfully smack upwards at Ceylon's clit. He knew it wouldn't hurt her so he wasn't gentle even if that'd be mean to others.

It just made her wink again, resulting in his palm being splashed with her fluids. “Because I know your arousal is at a peak but based on what Valencia told me about the little conflict earlier you may be unable to do much about it."

“Sounds about right." Ezra confirmed. “Very soft and tender. Very sloppy and loose but plump? It's hard to explain but I got knotted earlier and even though I thought I was tied, he slipped right out!"

Ceylon's tail tip pointed down to a nearby bale of hay, one of the rectangular ones. “Yeah, that sucks. Sit. I'll have to take a look and see what touches I can add."

Ezra did as he was told and sat on the bale of hay, knees parted since he knew that this was going to involve his pussy. “Like this? What exactly do you have in mind?"

“Yeah like that." Ceylon hopped down and landed on the ground in front of him. She looked up and got onto her haunches, rubbing her front talons together. “I'm just going to take a look to make sure everything's in order and you can be released into the wild without issue."

“What sort of issues would there be?" Ezra asked, gulping. He hadn't thought about that for quite a while. “I'm not going to-"

Ceylon backhanded Ezra's inner thigh. “Don't be so anxious. I just mean I want to make sure all the parts are working and that you won't get complications or that your bits stop working. Transformation magic is hard enough on my own body, I have to get it exactly right on others or I need to redo the process. It's not a problem, but worst case scenario I just take you inside and try again. I doubt that'll happen but there's a very slim chance it could." She looked like she was about to lean into him when she stopped. “And don't go letting your brain default to assuming the worst. I got you." She gave another slap to his other thighs to get him to part his legs.

He whimpered to himself. It wasn't kind of Ceylon to call him out like that but he wanted to be helpful nonetheless. “So what do I have to do?"

“Just relax. This will perhaps seem a bit outlandish but I promise it will be fine." She then scuttled in as close as she could and nuzzled her beak up under his ball sack, nudging it aside to expose his plump vulva.

Ezra gasped as even the subtle warmth of Ceylon's breath on his lips forced a wave of sensation to course through his body. He flushed a bit in embarrassment while covering his snout and averting his eyes. “Sorry, I-"

“Never apologize for enjoying yourself. We've been over this." Ceylon shot up at him with a warm smile. “Now, you're going to feel a bit of pressure. I assure you it is of no concern."

Ceylon didn't give Ezra any time to brace himself before she lowered her head and hoisted up the canine's balls to expose his vulva. She kneaded his inner thighs with her talons to relax him and almost immediately moved inward to press down on the posterior lip of his spade. Since canine vulva had three lips – one on either side and one dividing it from the taint – this meant that Ceylon effectively slipped one of her tiny talons into him and stretched him downward.

He grunted to himself as he felt the pressure within him. He was already sensitive and Ceylon's talons were a bit more coarse than the wolf cock he'd dealt with prior. He considered asking her to be gentle but was interrupted by the sensation of a chilly tingle coursing through his flesh, alleviating the discomfort. He had no problems deciphering that this was some of her magic helping him out. Instead of whimper or whine at the sensation, he tried his best to relax by leaning back against the barn wall.

“Ah yes, I see." Ceylon commented from between his legs as she prodded at his loins. “That's not unexpected. I will have to get a better look, though."

“What is it?" Ezra asked while lightly panting. The more she prodded and examined him the more his arousal built back up in spite of the subtle numbing sensation she was applying to him.

She looked up at him, resting her chin on his ball sack while she continued to gently knead at the posterior wall of his vaginal canal. “Basically nothing. It looks like you just got overzealous. Your discomfort is not because of anything having gone wrong with the transformation but because your expected horn-dog behaviour resulted in you going a little too far." She made a point to roll her wrist so that the palm was facing up; she balled up a fist and then curled upwards, grinding the knuckle against his anterior wall. Given his hermaphrodite anatomy this felt like the most intense knot-squeeze and tug.

His eyes bulged and he whimpered a bit as his toe claws curled into the hay and straw. He unconsciously grabbed the string of the hay bale he sat on and eased his entire body downward, practically grinding on Ceylon's forearm.

“Yeah, that's what I thought." Ceylon teased with a wink. She did another roll and curl of her wrist to massage his passage again, coaxing another whimper out of him. Given her pet-like size her entire forearm wasn't even as big as the wolf's shaft so it fit easily, his tender walls giving little resistance. “You're going to be fine, but try to stick to external pleasure for a few days while you recover. I know it's hard to not ravage yourself at every opportunity when you're in heat but you have to measure yourself. Indulge in moderation."

Ezra idly nodded. “Mmhmm." Was all he could say as he instinctively gyrated his hips.

Ceylon raised an eyebrow, noting how easily turned on he was. “Yes, this last heat cycle of your transition period will be the strongest. Like an essay. Start with your second strongest (Argument), make your way through a series of middling ones, then end with your strongest (Argument). You're going to be insatiable for a few days but you're also going to be extra sensitive. And with that ulokar having abused you, you might actually be out of commission unless you want to do real damage."

He whimpered, ears flopping down. “But-"

“No buts." Ceylon chastized, entire forearm still buried deep beyond his spade. “I didn't give you this gift to ruin it. Well, okay I kind of did. But at least have the good sense to use a potion or something to help out." While she spoke she kept eye contact and pressed her other hand flat against her forearm, forcing her fingertips into him next to her wrist. His flesh stretched with ease, likely due in part to Ceylon's natural transformation magic getting absorbed into him.

“Then can you at least help me out? Fix up the tenderness a bit? I tried to just rub myself on the outside and it still was a little sore. It just made me want to go again, which was why I let the wolf have me." He was slowly descending, his rump sliding off the bale of hay and gradually lowering towards the barn's floor. “Toss me a potion or something?"

Ceylon grinned up at him. “No need, I'm just gonna fix ya up real fast here, and when I'm done you should be able to be free and explore your options without worry." She winked as her tail arched over her back like a scorpion's stinger, the bulbous head hovering between her head and his sheath. Slime eased out between the three pairs of lips onto his belly before all three jaws opened up to reveal the fleshy ridges and cartilaginous teeth inside.

It was not a new or surprising sight to him, he'd seen her tail maw before. But this angle, this lighting, and this proximity allowed him a clear view of all three parts. Each one was identical, looking like the upper maw of a snake with four rows of teeth along fleshy gums. Only, instead of needle-sharp teeth, each of them was lined by what looked like a perfect string of firm, fleshy barbs, not unlike a cat's tongue. He faintly recalled that Ceylon had mentioned that each one of the 'teeth' were extra sensitive when erect, like hundreds of tiny clitorises.

He barely managed to process that thought before the tail's three tips all converged at the end of his sheath, forcing its way into him with ease. The jaws all wedged in between his swelling cock and the flesh that entombed it, pulling his member out with a juicy squelch and wrapping each and every barbed tooth around his length.

Perhaps it was Ceylon's magic transferring into him or maybe it was just the excitement of a new sensation but the gentle pokes of the firm-fleshed teeth gripping his member coaxed his knot to full girth almost instantly. He reached out to grab himself but was distracted when Ceylon eased herself forward, nuzzling her beak in the top crook of his pussy. Two paws on the bottom pressing down against his posterior wall and her curved beak nuzzling up inside him beyond his balls and cock.

“O-oh! Shouldn't you warn me about that?" He managed to whimper in between huffs.

The tiny gryphon didn't answer. She couldn't with her beak snaking its way into him. She kneaded down with both talons while using her beak to grind against the roof of his canal. This stretched him out, leaving a notable gap between her forearms and chin, something that shocked Ezra. He was not that stretchy, usually – in fact he barely managed to let a knot in him despite that being what his canine anatomy was meant to do – so he couldn't help but stare wide-eyed as the gryphon eased her way in deeper.

To his shock, his pussy offered no resistance as she nuzzled and burrowed into him. The more she pressed and kneaded against his walls, the easier his flesh dilated and stretched to the point he would have been worried had it been anyone else.

She continued to caress him, massaging his pelvic floor in between extensions of her front legs one at a time to prod and loosen up the entrance to his womb. He felt a slight hint of discomfort when that happened but it dissipated quickly as her magic flowed into him and gave him the malleability needed to enjoy it without concern.

Her head fully lurched into him at the same time she manages to extend both arms forward, his cookie sliding over her neck and swallowing her past the shoulder. Ezra could see the gryphon head shaped bulge in his lower belly, pressing out right beside his sheath while she burrowed in him. Her tail maw was still wrapped around his cock but he wasn't as focused on that given that she was forcing her way into him. With ease, even.

Despite her size, which was about the size of a small dog or large cat, Ceylon was not struggling at all to squirm, knead, and force herself into him. At least not at first. Her beak, arms, and everything to her shoulders passed through his stretched flesh with ease but she reached a block when his lips slid down her back and got stuck at the base of her wings.

She used her hind legs to push, to try to force herself in while folding her wings tight to her back but it didn't work, her limbs just ended up sprawling out against his inner thighs. He tried to help her by pressing them down to her flank but he was worried he was going to hurt her so her stopped.

Ceylon paused in place, no longer squirming or nuzzling deeper. A few moment later her wing feathers started to melt and fuse into each other, retreating into each other and folding over on top of each other until they curled into nothing along her spine. A few moments later, the bulbous mass that was all that was left of her wing stumps flattened into her back and the rest of her swelled a bit inside him, amplifying the pressure.

He grunted in surprised, the sensation of her body inside his similar to that of a knot but notably more intense. Not as firm, somehow, but much larger. The bulge in his belly pressed out against his sheath, the overwhelming sensation of it dropping him off the side of the bale of hay to land on the ground next to it.

She felt this happening and dug her hind paws into the ground for leverage, sure to allow his weight to help ease her in. As he sat on her, she pushed up, her body passing through his lips all the way to her waist, leaving only her tail and hind legs sticking out of him, idly kicking at the air. Her tail, still arched up over her back, tugged on his length and wrenched it down like he was going rump to rump with someone.

Above all else he was shocked at how easily his depths and abdominal wall stretched to accommodate her. He was by no means a particularly malleable canine, nor was he exceptionally strong so his muscles were neither stretchy nor taut. Yet, in spite of this average build and capability, his belly was stretching and distending and shifting like a condom struggling to hold in a stallion's load.

It was honestly incredibly hot to see Ceylon's form distending him so easily. The mixture of the visual of his lower torso struggling to remain tight around the gryphon's body mixed with the sensations of her limbs, beak, head, and torso all grinding against his walls made his tongue hang out and every finger and toe curl in delight.

But that wasn't it. She wasn't done. With only her feet and tail outside of him, he could feel and practically see the distinctly shaped bulges of her body curling up deep within his womb, tugging the rest of herself inside. She extended a hind paw to his pelvic floor, used that for leverage despite her silken, well-lubed walls, and pushed forward as her haunches and both legs completely disappeared into him with a guttural squelch. This left only her tail poking out of his cookie, still arched and wrenching his cock downward for added pressure.

The image of her entire form curling up in his belly in a fetal position around the outline of his sheath was cute, in a way. The persistent pressure and friction of every subtle shift inside him kept him at the edge of climax without ceasing but even in that moment of near bliss he couldn't resist the urge to pet the gryphon on his lap. In his womb.

It was awkward at first, to want to pet a creature through his distended abdominal wall. It felt so awkward to caress the clearly defined bulges of her while he felt only his own slightly coarse fur. Still, as he stroked her, she shifted and nuzzled up against his touch, simultaneously showing her appeciation while also grinding her features against his wall.

This was when her tail maw finally released its grip on his member and got sucked up into him with the rest of her body. The final squelch and slick sound of his walls closing in its absence was music to his ears and the dull splat of his cock flopping up onto his belly and smearing his fluids onto his distended abdominal wall added some percussion to the mix.

Right as his cock landed on his belly, his sheath threatening to swallow it up, Ceylon's shape reacted to it landing on her by swiping at it with what looked like her front paw. The bulge was not fully formed and Ezra could only vaguely guess at where her head was, where her arms were, and what position she was in but based on that it looked like she was reaching out and trying to hug his cock through his abdominal wall.

Just the pressure and sensation of her shifting and squirming and playing inside his womb made him whimper and pant, but the tingling started to return to his vulva in the absence of her form passing through his vaginal canal. That need bubbled back up so he reached around his orbs once more to rub his clit again, tugging and caressing the barbell to do his best to tease his clitoral fossa.

Unlike before, the added pressure of Ceylon in his womb which emulated a pregnant belly amplified the pleasure he felt along his inner length. This meant that he almost immediately heaved over in delight, a bursting climax erupting from between his legs and forcing every muscle in his body to tense up.

He hadn't really considered it, but he realized right as Ceylon's body shifted inside him that this full-bodied constriction was like a contraction. Instantly he felt her beak prodding at his descending cervix, a gush of his fluids erupting from between his lips to soak the floor of the barn. The orgasmic delight that buzzed throughout his loins kept his attention but he still was acutely aware of the sensation of her feathers and fur gliding in a twisting motion in his depths and descending through his cervix to slide down his birth canal. It just made him rub harder and squeeze tighter as the gryphon-shaped bulge exited his lower torso.

The moment Ceylon's beak breached his spade, it opened wide and gasped in air, chirping and trilling in delight before both her front paws emerged under her chin. She tugged on the posterior lip and pressed her elbows down on his pelvic floor before pulling herself out with one sloppy, messy lurch. Her entire body erupted from his depths with a flood of fluid as she braced herself and stretched her upper body, legs and tail sill inside his distended cookie.

Ezra shuddered in delight, fingers still on his clit as Ceylon's spine passed over his clit. The gryphon's hips were still inside him like a knot, since they and her hind legs were thicker and wider than Ceylon's belly and lower torso. Then, without any resistance, she pulled one leg out and arched her back to stretch before pulling out the other, Ezra's vulva sloppily stretching and tugging in all directions to accommodate her.

She pulled her second hind leg out of him with a gooey whorl of meaty belch as his gaping chasm closed in her absence. Then, to Ezra's pleased shock, his flesh returned to normal, his belly growing tense and defined, his depths no longer sore or tender.

For the first time in months he felt serene. He wasn't exceptionally horny, he wasn't sore, he wasn't tender, he didn't ache, there was no pressure demanding he alleviate it. He was just relaxed.

“What just happened?" He asked after a deep, long exhalation.

Ceylon licked herself clean as her wings once again regrew, the flesh on her back growing and sprouting flight feathers rather quickly. “I basically did a womb reset of sorts. Kind of like turning you off and then on again. It was just a lot more fun to try it this way than to lay a palm on your belly. Going forward, this should be your final form." She winked.

“Final? What about-"

“Yes, yes, you can still transform with potions but they'd be temporary. As for your body, it's fully functional. So you'd best be smart about your sexual adventures. You are in fact fertile and can hold a full litter if your partners is compatible, so play it safe." She spread her wings, caressed his balls with her tail tip, then leapt with a flap to the rafters. “I'll be in touch but for now this is goodbye. You're finally in your ideal form. Have fun with it. Don't ruin it but...okay, abuse it a bit. You earned it!" With that, she leapt out the front door of the loft and was gone, leaving Ezra in a puddle of his own mess.

He barely had time to piece together what happened when the barn door slid open. It was Rex, the tiger that had helped with the ulokar situation.

“Hey, we got another situation if you don't mind helping."

“What?" Ezra moaned. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, he was just so exhausted.

Rex grinned, revealing one of his canine fangs. He offered a hand to help Ezra up. “Come on."

Ezra accepted the help and got to his feet, nearly slipping in the puddle of slime Ceylon had left next to the bale of hay. He was about to make a sarcastic comment about how his work was never done when he emerged through the door and saw Ceylon, Leera, Valencia, Ilorek, Talba, Vaulix, Afearnia, Fidget, Vvilfred, and about a dozen more all around a large buffet table with a sign over top that said 'Welcome to the Eternal Family!'

In unison, every one of them shouted at him. “Happy Unbirthday!" Before afearnia and Fidget ran forward to tackle-hug him to the ground.

A wave of emotions overtook him and he let his feral puppy side take over as he nuzzled and kissed the two of them back and forth. He'd never been so happy, safe, or wanted. He was not going to let this go, not ever.