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Ezra's evening was an eventful one; as expected. It started off pretty tame when the group of them finished their meals and headed for the dance floor of The Near and Dear. There were concerns about Ezra's bags being left by the table but Afearnia assuaged those concerns by having Therris take them to the back rooms for safe keeping.

The feeling of companionship between the various members of the group was a relationship paradigm that Ezra was not used to. He was social but not to this extent. He'd go out, he'd hang out with friends, he'd visit, but he didn't really rely on others or really trust others with his stuff. It wasn't a matter of disrespect or selfishness on his part, it was just how he was most comfortable. It made the most sense to take care of himself and not lean on others. He had people lean on him often enough that it made him not want to do that to others if he could help it.

Yet they were all doing favours and offering services and helping each other without a second thought. Further, they were helping him out in ways he never expected anyone to. Kentanni and Wrasir offered to pay for his dinner, Afearnia made sure his meal was perfect and introduced him to Therris, and they invited him back to their place without a second thought. All they knew was that Ezra was a friend of Valencia and Ceylon, and that was all they needed to incorporate him into the fold.

It was nice. A little disquieting but nice. If he could shake that voice at the back of his head that said something was wrong it'd be even nicer. Spoiler alert: there was nothing sinister going on. That was just his natural defences readying him just in case. That's what a life time of caution will do to you.

As the night went on, Ezra grew increasingly comfortable with them all. Not only did he find he enjoyed their company but with each passing act of the evening, more of the crew showed up at the Near and Dear to get to know him prior to heading back. It started with just Ezra and the two tiny pygmy hippogryphs, Kentanni and Wrasir. Afearnia was cooking in the kitchen and Therris was dancing in the lewd part of the establishment for some extra coin. That's how it started, but that changed soon after the trio made it to the thumping pub area.

They finished up their meal and Valencia said it was time for her to head out, but that Ezra didn't need to go with her. She'd meet him back at his place and that he should get as much experience as he could with the others. She needed sleep, and he needed some personal relieef. Ezra agreed, which sort of shocked him. The idea of inviting someone into his house when he wasn't there was odd to him.

He was able to justify it by remembering who Valencia was. If she wanted in his home there was nothing he could do to stop her. The fact that she was asking assured him she was trustworthy.

Once the meal was done and the bags were in storage, Ezra enjoyed some of the throbbing drum and bass electronic music that was shaking the walls of The Near and Dear. He wasn't too into dancing but those long legs of his couldn't help but shuffle a bit as the vibrations rocked his body. Given the immense difference in size between himself and both Kentanni and Wrasir, it wasn't long before they hopped up onto his shoulder so they weren't trampled under paw.

It was a subtle dance with two tiny hippogryphs but it was pleasant and distracted him from that hovering anxiety floating in the back of his mind. It also helped that he was learning just how much the throbbing bass affected his female companions.

As a male, the deep vibrations of the music was relaxing and therapeutic. This was nice, and many guys liked going to clubs to pick up women, but the music wasn't the primary focus. Picking up the women was. But how would that work if there were so many guys likely being creeps? Nobody wants to be objectified – well, some do, but not as many as one might think – so how would going to a club sound like fun for someone likely to be mistreated?

Well, that bass hit him deep in the groin more than he imagined. It was like a vibrator was reverberating through every strand of fur on his body, tickling his loins with every beat of a drum or drop of the bass. As a male that was pleasant, but with the appropriate, functioning female parts it was a distraction. Exactly the sort of distraction he needed to make him forget about his bags being held in Therris's locker in the back rooms.

He couldn't help but pause to think to himself that this must be why so many ladies were more open to casual fun at the clubs. That and the alcohol. Such a combination of fluid and vibes would melt just about anyone, it seemed.

With this in mind he was about to suggest they call it a night when Wrasir drew his attention to the entrance of the pub, pointing out that two of their partners had arrived. Vvilfred and Fidget. Two names that Ezra remembered from the dinner time chats about their poly group but he didn't have faces to put to their names. Now he did.

Vvilfred was an absolute unit of a stallion. Tall and built like an athlete with speckled gray and silver hair and mane. He had broad shoulders and an un-buttoned open-front shirt that showed off his layers of lightly toned muscle. He wasn't cut like a bodybuilder, his features were soft but he still had definition. He also wore a kilt that did little to hide the bulge his sheath produced. A stallion sheath. That was exactly the sort of thing that made his balls clench up and his spade lips tingle.

Beside him was Fidget. A much smaller deer-bunny gal with tall, tattooed ears and jewellery laden antlers. She was literally about half the height of Vvilfred, with round hips, a stumpy tail, delicate hooves, and bluish-gray fur. She wore a green dress that had a floral pattern on it. No, not just a pattern, it appeared to have flower-shaped embroidery and three-dimensional patterns lining it. IT was a short skirt, barely covering her groin. But then again, in a club like this it made sense everyone wanted easy access in the event the hormones raged.

They both came over and introduced themselves to Ezra with the help of Kentanni and Wrasir. There wasn't much time for chit-chat, though, as they were interrupted by Therris. He said that he was gonna call his shift early tonight and that they should all head out. It was getting late and They needed to walk all the way back since Ezra had all those bags to carry.

Ezra protested but Vvilfred stopped him, saying it was fine and that they didn't need to worry about the weight. A massive stud like that was not one to resist. He also said that Therris was shockingly strong and between the two of them they'd have no issues carting the goods back to the house. Afearnia would be joining them but still had a few hours of work left before she could duck out.

With that, they paid their tab – well, paid the tip as apparently the rest was paid for already – while Therris got the bags and they headed out.

Off to Casa de Kink, as Vvilfred joked. In the middle of the night under clear blue skies dotted by stars that occasionally got blocked out by the vast wings of dragons flying overhead.

The trek from the middle of town at The Near and Dear was a solid two or three hours worth of a walk to their place on the outskirts of town. Well, it was that long for the six of them. Therris and Fidget both had abnormal stamina and speed, as they were both well-trained for endurance. Vvilfred was probably close to three meters tall and thus had longer legs. And of course Ezra was known as a leggy fellow and had naturally long strides.

Between the four of them, they just kept Kentanni and Wrasir on their shoulders, trading them off in order to keep things balanced between the tiny pair and the bags. Through the entire trip Ezra insisted he carry the bags but the buff stallion and kirin countered by rightly claiming to be far stronger than him and thus better equipped to carry the burden without growing tired.

“I know that, but they're still my bags. My responsibility." Ezra said. He wasn't trying to be petulant but that voice in the back of his head kept coming back and pushing him to not be a burden. He didn't think they'd feel that way but he couldn't help it.

It was actually fidget who assured him. The tiny bunny-deer only came up to his chest even with the extra height from her ears and antlers, but when she leaned against him he could feel her weight against his torso. She was heavier than she looked. “You're not going to convince them. Therris is chronically helpful and Vvilfred thinks he's got something to prove. Just let them do it and reap the rewards."

“Good to know you think so!" Therris joked. “I'll be sure to be chronically unhelpful next time you need help taking care of that heat."

“Oh please, you think I can't get horse meat?" Fidget said with a chirp in her voice and a grin across her face. She bounded away from Ezra with a skip to lean her shoulder against Vvilfred's hip. She reached up under his kilt and gave his loins a bit of a rub then used her other hand to pluck at the edge of the fabric and give Ezra the faintest glance at the stallion's velvety balls. “All I have to do is ask and I'll get my wish granted." She then looked up at Wrasir with a wink.

Wrasir was a hippogryph stallion. Probably what she meant by horse meat.

Shockingly, Vvilfred seemed to blush a bit as he brushed his arm past his side to let his kilt down. “So Ezra, my dear leggy boy, what brings you to us? Afearnia texted me some info but I don't have the whole story."

By this point, Ezra had discussed everything he knew and understood with Kentanni and Wrasir, with only a fraction of that information being shared with Afearnia and Therris. Fidget and Vvilfred were mostly blind, going only by what little Afearnia shared via text. All he knew was that Ezra was properly blessed by Ceylon and eager to explore his new parts.

The fact that they were so willing and eager to help on such short notice and while knowing so little about him really did go a long way towards endearing them to him. He liked them. He liked their style. It was refreshing to be able to just be himself without the fear of judgement; it was liberating to not have to worry about pissing anyone off or stepping on anyone's paws.

Seeing Fidget so casually go from teasing Therris to groping Vvilfred then winking seductively at Wrasir was a level of self-assured comfort he wished he possessed. It wasn't that it felt wrong – just the opposite – it was that he just wasn't used to that. Nobody was jealous. Nobody was upset. Nobody felt bad, it was just a group of friends who had nothing to hide from each other. That was nice.

Ezra wasn't sure if he was interested in being a part of their group but the comfort that came from their interactions certainly was making him feel things. So he had no problem being open and honest about what it was he hoped for. With a stranger he barely knew for more than an hour.

“Well, you know about my encounter. Uh, I pieced together who Ceylon was and they agreed to give me some new parts in exchange for my silence. I wasn't gonna say anything either way so I was happy to oblige and then...well...are you familiar with rebirth?"

Kentanni laughed. She was the smallest one there, small enough to fit in the others. “Yes."

“Well, she did that to me. Said when I came out it'd be a proper bit of anatomy but that it'd take time to adapt. Valencia came over to kinda guide me and help me understand more about my body. Hence all the toys." Ezra lightly tapped the bag that Therris held. “Said I needed to find my feminine desires and indulge them to figure out what sort of things I enjoyed the most."

“Yeah that sounds like her. She's very tightly linked to psychology. Good for her, too." Wrasir said with a sagely nod while sitting upon Vvilfred's massive shoulder. “And she's right. So is Ceylon. They know what they're talking about."

Ezra nodded in agreement. “Seems so. It is a little weird that all of you know about her and Valencia and the others, though. When she was making me agree to the whole rebirth process she made it out to sound like I was special. Unique. Knowing there are others kinda-"

“I'm gonna stop you there." Fidget interrupted. “I know you're about to say you don't feel special and all that. Obviously. But no, you're still special. The total number of people across the entire world with personal confirmation from them is only a few dozen at most. Still a very elite group, it just so happens to be that all of us know. Most of the people who know live in or around Klyneth, since we're so close to the Cradle of Dalon."

The Cradle of Dalon was the mountain range just on the opposite side of Great Sapphire Lake. Both the mountain range and the lake were surrounded by the Vast Emerald Wood, and the city of Klyneth was just south of the east end of that forest. According to ancient mythology, the gods were birthed upon the high plateau of the cradle of Dalon and watched over the people of the world.

This legend was well known with variations across all cultures in every continent. Such legends would sound like silly historical fiction but to this day nobody was able to actually explore the highest plateau of the Cradle of Dalon, giving it a hint of credibility. Not a single person was able to scale the mountain, no dragons could fly that high as the atmosphere was thin, and even with the advancement of technology no planes could fly overhead. Even satellite imagery blurred and distorted when gazing upon the great plateau.

So yeah, there was some conspiracies out there that the legend of the Dalonian Gods was real, but most saw it as the mythology it was presented as. Myth. But with Ezra having learned the truth and Fidget confirming that information, it wasn't hard to piece together this new data.

“Yeah, I guess it makes sense. If they are real and not just myth, it tracks that their mortal friends would mostly exist in and around this area. Okay, yeah I guess I still feel special but I'm sure you understand." He said mostly to Fidget.

She nodded. “We all do. Most of us didn't get any gifts, though." She snapped her fingers and looked up at Kentanni and Wrasir, both of which were on Vvilfred's shoulders. “I should ask, though! I got that magic thing that doesn't work for me; I wonder if Ceylon could fix that?"

This intrigued Ezra, so his ears perked up. He didn't speak or ask for clarification because Therris saw his reaction and elaborated without prompting.

“All but Vvilfred here have some sort of special or unique property. Maybe not fully unique but very rare. Fidget here has a weird response to magic. She lacks pretty much any of her own and is almost entirely immune to all magic. Including healing magic. She can't use it but she also can't benefit from it or be harmed by it. However, as a sort of trade off, she's hypersensitive to potions and abnormally adept at using relics with ademane gemstones. It's actually a major factor in where she is."

Fidget continued the train of thought. “When I was young, exploring myself and learning about, you know, sex stuff in my adolescence, I didn't have the luxury of being able to try outlandish things. Same with general life. I had to be very careful because unlike most people I had no healing factor whatsoever. Most people at least have something working in the background to balance you out and fix you up if something goes wrong but I didn't have that. I was fragile and unable to experiment or do anything risky for fear of consequences."

Therris then returned to narrating. “But that was before she was an adult. Once she grew up and started experimenting with potions, she came to realize that she was very sensitive to them."

“Insanely sensitive." Fidget added. “So much so that a tenth of the volume needed for someone my size would have magnitudes greater effects and last longer. It was so strange, but a tiny drop of curative potion or something that would kinda buff my defences – mostly my pussy malleability – would take me from virgin tight to wanting to have a guy like Vvilfred ride me." She winked and slapped him on his rump, giving him a bit of a hop that flagged his tail under his kilt.

The sheer difference in size between them and the fact that he was a stallion explained how significant this was.

She wasn't done. “So I got the attention of a local alchemist. Ilorek. Valencia's husband. He was the dean of the alchemy department at the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic and he was quite interested in my unique condition. So much so that he paid me quite handsomely to use me to test potions. When the effects were amplified and you only need a fraction of the material, that makes me a very valuable test subject. So I got to try out virtually every potion that exists."

“It was quite the fun time for all." Vvilfred huffed, his chest heaving and making both the hippogryph twins bounce on his shoulders. “Very much so."

Therris chirped in delight. “Oh, so much so."

“And as a result I really came out from my shell. I went from being sheltered to basically eager to try any and everything I could possibly get my paws on. From vanilla to the opposite of that. I'm not into everything but I'm not afraid of anything. Just dab some potion on my tongue – or any other part of my body that can absorb the compounds – and have fun!"

“And you want to change that?" Ezra probed. “Would you want to give up that hyper sensitive nature? Just be like everyone else?"

“I guess not." Fidget hummed and shrugged. “But what if I could keep that sensitivity while also having some magic of my own? I can use and manipulate relics and use potions but if you asked me to light a match with magic I couldn't do it. Cut me and I ain't healing for weeks."

Ezra choked up a bit. “Why in the world would I want to cut you?"

Fidget didn't get a chance to respond before Therris interrupted. “Try to stab me!"

“You were way too eager with that." Ezra denied him with a gruff tone. “Why?"

“You can't!" Therris beamed. “I have what was explained to me as the luck of the gods. All my life things just work out for me. I'm not rich or anything but bad things don't happen. If you were to pull out a gun and shoot me in the head, the bullet wouldn't fire. It'd be a blank. Try to stab me and you'll trip. Be mean to me and you'll just naturally get what's coming to you. Like Fidget, I had this tested and it's true. We both talked to Ilorek and yeah, he confirmed it. That's how I learned."

Fidget nodded. “I learned through my time with Ilorek, when he confessed that in all his centuries he'd never seen anything quite like this. I asked, he confessed. Only special people, or unique people, or people they really like get to know about that."

“What about you?" Ezra asked Vvilfred.

“Oh, me? I'm the exception. I'm pretty average. I only know because it'd be impossible for me not to know considering I'm dating everyone here." He joked with a half-cocked smile. “Yeah, I know, I'm special by not being special. Very me."

Kentanni hopped off Vvilfred's shoulder and landed on Ezra, sitting on his shoulders with one leg on either side, riding him with her hands on his head between his ears, giving him gentle scritches. “And Wrasir and myself have the same sort of mental and emotional link that Yelena and Sanfrit have. That means that as long as we're close to each other we have similar powers to the others. We have that divine luck and all our magic is amplified by orders of magnitude if we are working together. That was one of the keys to their immortality, you know."

Ezra blinked and gulped. Their tales were bringing up memories of his first chats with Ceylon one on one. “Yeah. Yeah I guess I did know."

“You intuit more as more is revealed." Wrasir interjected. “But it's true, each of us have something special about us. Something that makes us unique. Sets us apart. And that has intrigued Ceylon and the others since day one. But there's more to it than that."

Kentanni shot a glance at him while tensing up. “Are we allowed to share that?" She clearly knew what he was thinking, if their mental and magic link was as they said.

“If you're not comfortable sharing, I'm okay with not knowing." Ezra assured them. “I'm just sort of along for the ride."

Fidget gave his rump a gentle pinch. “I mean, if you're part of the crew, the elite group of folks in on the secret, I don't think sharing it would matter." It was clear she was pausing for effect. “But most of us are centuries old as well. We're not immortal, though."

“Excuse me?" That was all he could think to say.

Therris was the one that explained. “We don't personally have the same abilities as them. We're not immortal, but we have had immortality magic used on us. Palusa, for instance, was there during the first era. She lived a full life as a seer, linked to Ceylon in particular. When she died, she was put in an ademane stasis and then had spells cast upon her to revert her age back to infancy, to a point where her mind was virtually wiped and she got a chance to live a fresh life. Without the burden of reincarnation."

“And most of us have similar stories." Fidget added. “We live in cycles. Unfortunately we're not privy to the memories of our past lives. It doesn't work like that. We get flashes in our dreams but beyond that each life is fresh. Born anew. And to make things more interesting we have to re-learn about our past lives and re-learn about the immortals. Except Palusa. She remembers and Valencia confirmed it."

Ezra's pace slowed a bit. “Yeah. Yeah that tracks." Once he shook himself out of the short-lived stupor, he caught up to the group. “I think I felt something like that while in her womb. But it was all just random images. Is there any way to clarify things?"

“It might come in time." Wrasir said. “We really don't know for sure. But we understand each other and we get to interact with eternal immortals from time to time and that's pretty cool. And every now and then we get introduced to others like us. Like you. So, I guess it's time to explore?"

“Yeah! Let's not get too fussed about all that." Kentanni chirped. “Last I remember, this leggy boy here needed some help exploring his new parts! Nobody better to do that than us!" She gripped the fur on the back of his head with one hand, then pumped the other like she was riding upon a steed and about to charge into battle.

Silly, but it did lighten the mood enough that Ezra was able to go forth. It wasn't too long before they made it to their communal home. Well, the property. Casa de Kink, as Vvilfred joked once more.

The rest of the trek to their home was filled with reminiscing upon post fun and the excitement that came from the prospect of having a new friend to play with. Since the set of them all had been reincarnated and had found each other once more they had a deeper link than most people; this was why they were so easily able to have such a large group of polygamous lovers. Most people would have jealousy take over eventually, but not them. Each of them were easy to communicate with, each of them were self-assured and confident, and each of them were very liberal with their sexual adventure.

There was really no reason to be unfaithful or dishonest with one another. Sure, polygamy was common enough that it wasn't rare but it still wasn't the default state for most relationships. Two thirds or three quarters of all people were either monogamous or paired up with a single partner, making it quite the majority. But one quarter to one third of all people being polygamous meant it wasn't exactly niche or risque. At least in Klyneth. A historically progressive city.

In truth, at least part of this was news to Ezra. He knew monogamy wasn't the only relationship paradigm but it was still the most common. And non-monogamous relationships were usually still one on one pairings with opportunities for outside fun on the side. Actual polygamous groupings like Afearnia and the others was not the most common. So seeing it and being invited into the group so easily was definitely something Ezra was not prepared to expect.

But here he was, chilling with Kentanni and Wrasir and Fidget and Therris and Vvilfred and especially Afearnia. Such a surreal experience.

Yet with each passing moment he was growing increasingly comfortable. No need to feel awkward or like he was an outsider. He didn't get the impression he was going to be ditched the moment they found someone else or his personal quirks pushed them away. If anything, those quirks would define him among the rest of the group and make him feel special. He liked that.

The nagging sensation of imminent dejection would never fully go away but they did a great job alleviating it and silencing it. At least for the night.

Casa de Kink was on the outskirts of town, between the suburbs and the rural skirt that extended to the edge of the Vast Emerald Wood, where the Vore House and The Ranch both resided. When he took a moment to think about it he realized that The Ranch must have been directly west of their location, as both Casa de Kink and The Ranch were nestled right up against the southern border of the Vast Emerald Wood.

To be clear, their home wasn't actually titled 'Casa de Kink' with an entrance sign or archway or anything. Vvilfred just liked to jokingly call it that because he had been introduced to so many weird things since dating Afearnia and Therris before getting integrated into the group. He never even considered any sort of endo kink – the more technical term for safe vore – until he met them and now he was working up to having a cock a friend could dive right into.

Maybe not quite something Ezra was looking for. Not yet, anyway. But the idea of it did appeal to him at least a little. He wouldn't say no if offered, at least in terms of slipping his own cock inside.

Once they arrived, all but Fidget and Afearnia went inside. They had to drop off Ezra's bags and some groceries they brought home while they were at it. This left just Ezra and the two ladies outside, where Ezra got to really take in the atmosphere.

The house itself was three stories tall, with features that made it look like it was carved out of the trunk of a tree and accented by ornate designs from top to bottom. The roof looked to be lined by layered bark in place of shingles, the door frames were traced by vines and flowers growing out of the walls, and the wood on the outside was curved like a log cabin stained a golden brown. Inside, he could see that the walls were flat and an even darker golden brown, with the same natural-looking features. With the entire side of the house lined by floor-to-ceiling glass, he could see inside with ease.

Which could have been a problem for onlookers but their property was ranch-sized and surrounded on all sides by thick bushes and trees, ensuring that unless someone was flying overhead they'd not be able to get a look at the kinky happenings of Casa de Kink.

“What beautiful architecture." Ezra gasped as he looked up at the upper level of the house. “How can anyone afford anything like that?"

Fidget got this broad grin and her ears went right up, eyes widening. “Oh, I have got something to show you. Come. Come!" She got a bit of spring in her step as she grabbed him by the hand and tried to drag him around to the back of the house.

Ezra just looked at Afearnia with a look of confusion, like he was asking her want to do. She was the one he was initially looking to hook up with on this night so he felt like he needed her permission to bugger off with someone else for whatever reason.

She just shooed him off and nodded. After all, they were all equal among the group.

So Fidget dragged Ezra around some bushes and rocks to show the landscaping of their yard. While it was mostly local flora and plenty of rocks and stuff, there was a pool that was set up to look like and act like a pond in the middle. Lined like a pool, but with pond lilies and reeds growing out one side. A very interesting setup. “Do you swim in that?"

“Sometimes!" Fidget chirped. “But that's not why you're here. Shiazo, we have guests!"

What happened next was not something Ezra expected. Coming from the side of the pond, a mound of dirt and flora started to shift and crack, like the creaking of trees shifting in the wind. The flowers shook off some of the bees and the plant matter came to life. Two glowing yellow eyes opened from the dirt itself as a quadruped beast rose from the soil, shaking it off.

Once it was on all fours, it yawned to reveal a slick, moist gullet while each of the flowers on its back bloomed in unison. The creature looked like it was a dragon or gryphon, except each of its features were made of plant matter. Where one might expect gryphon feathers there were layered leaves rustling gently. Horns and beak looked to be made of bark and wood. Fur was replaced by moss and fine grasses. A floral drake of sorts with one thick tail and two fern-like appendages draped over its rump. Once it was done shaking off the dirt, it delicately stepped up to Fidget and Ezra, its head drooped a bit but still at Ezra's face height. “Welcome back!" They said with a crackling voice.

Ezra couldn't help but gulp. He had questions but no idea how to ask them. “Uh-" Was all he could get out. By this point he was mostly expecting anything but he couldn't help but be baffled.

Fidget patted the plant creature on its upper foreleg and nuzzled into him. The top of her horns and ears barely made it to the bottom of his barrel-chest, which was layered with thick, tropical-looking leaves. “This here's Shiazo! They're how we got the house to look like we did!"

“I'm not sure I follow." Ezra confessed.

“That's fine." Shiazo said with a smile and a nod. As their expression shifted, so did much of the floral matter lining their body. The leaves changed in size and shape while twitching excitedly, the flower petals twisting to bloom and un-bloom while the colours shifted. “I'm a plant golem!"

That didn't really answer anything but Ezra was trying to be positive so he simply nodded. “Oh, okay! Uh...what does that mean exactly?"

Fidget grabbed onto a vine that looped around Shiazo's shoulder to hoist herself up, coming to rest on the golem's back. She leaned forward over his neck so that her chin was on the back of his skull looking down, the floral drake's horns cradling her cheeks on either side while tiny vines grew to weave in and out of her facial fur, eventually coiling in and around her large-gauge bunny ear piercing. “Well, you know how we were telling you about how we're all pretty unique here? Well Shiazo is an interesting specimen. Maybe the most unique of all of us."

“Yeah, I can tell." He reached out to stroke Shiazo's shoulder, unsure if he could treat them like a horse or more like a person. Sentient quads don't usually have biped riders, but Fidget had no problem mounting up. “I have so many questions."

Shiazo grinned broadly, head up high with pride. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Do you want the full version or the truncated one?"

Ezra actually knew what truncated meant. “Truncated is fine for now. I am sure we'll have plenty of time for the novelization later." He noticed halfway through his statement that he also had a broad grin. Shiazo was so cool that he couldn't help but use the sort of internal monologue reserved for teens in his youth. Shiazo was, indeed, pretty cool.

“Ah, darn. Well, have you ever heard of the bloodvine?"

“Yeah. Read about it once when I was researching an article about indigenous peoples of Arrenthen. Can be pretty nasty if you don't get an alchemist to take care of it quickly." Ezra confirmed.

“Well, this is what happens when it takes over but you avoid the part where your mind is taken as well." Shiazo explained, then elaborated. “The bloodvine roots took me when Palusa and I were researching some ruins in Arrenthen, and it was far too long before-" He stopped, then arched her head back to look at Fidget. “How much does he know?" Their voice was neither feminine nor masculine so Ezra was having a hard time deciphering gender.

“Most. Feel free." She insisted.

“Ah, I thought he looked familiar." Shiazo was about to continue when Ezra interrupted.

“Do I?"

“Yes, indeed." Shiazo confirmed. They raised an eyebrow ridge, which dislodged some dirt to cascade over their beak and onto the ground. “I keep forgetting you flesh-toys don't have memory like I do. Yeah, I recognize you. You actually were there during my recovery process. Kinda sad it took you this long to rejoin us."

This took Ezra by surprise. “How long ago was this?"

“The first or second era. It's been centuries, I'm not entirely sure. But you were among the group that helped me to get the help I needed, ensuring that when the blood vine took over my body it didn't also take my mind. Palusa, Ithilwen, and Fidget here brought me to Ilorek; you were working with him at the time. But it was too late. The bloodvine infection had taken over and my flesh was already being transformed into floral matter. It was only a matter of time before my mind faded and my body was left a soulless husk, destined to spread more bloodvine seeds."

Ezra raised a hand. “Wait, you're going too fast."

Fidget crawled over Shiazo's head so that she was looking directly at Ezra, the growing vines and floral matter cradling her chest on either side of his neck. “Long story short, Ilorek extracted Shiazo's spirit from his body when the zombification happened. Keeping the spirit alive outside the body for days until he was able to re-infuse it. So now Shiazo is an ademane wisp that is currently possessing their own body. And they have complete control over all nearby plant matter! That's how we got this house to look like that, Shiazo's phytomancy powers basically created each and every piece of wood and shaped it all to fit perfectly. Now our house looks like it's all natural!"

“Wow." Was all Ezra could say. He glanced up at the three-story building and back down at Shiazo and Fidget before gulping again. It was hard to not feel a little overwhelmed. So much information dumped on him all at once. “Okay then. Uh-"

Fidget realized he needed some help so she rolled off Shiazo's neck to land gingerly on her hooves, the motion snapping many of the vines that were slowly wrapping around her and weaving into her fur. This didn't seem to bother Shiazo, who appeared to re-absorb the plant matter into their body. They then gave a casual bow to Ezra, acknowledging their introductions were complete.

“Pleasure meeting you again, Ezra." They said, despite nobody giving them Ezra's name. It appeared they really did know each other.

“You too. I hope we get reacquainted."

“We will. We always do!" Shiazo bowed out and curled back up into the pile of dirt and leaves that they had emerged from. A series of thick brown vines emerged from the dirt to wrap around the golem's form, hugging tight and interweaving in a way that they got camouflaged into the terrain. Before long, Shiazo was nigh-unrecognizable among the flora of the garden, using a rock as a pillow.

Fidget brushed off some of the dirt and dander before grabbing Ezra by the paw again. “Alright, no more faffing about. Come on, it's time to have some fun, eh?"

An absolute rollercoaster. A ride Ezra was strapped in and ready to enjoy.

She guided him back to Afearnia and the three of them all slipped into the house. Inside was just as gorgeously ornate as the outside, with each shelf seemingly carved right into the walls and plants growing everywhere. Not just in jars or planters, either, but seemingly built right into the architecture and lined by rocks.

It looked and felt like everything was part of the land itself. Because apparently it was. What a unique concept for a home, one that made Ezra's normal house of brick and mortar seem quaint by comparison. He had plants and a greenhouse style skylight in his kitchen but this house was plants. It was quite lovely; that alone almost made he consider relocating. It would have been an easy decision if he didn't adore his solitude so much.

“Yeah we get that look at lot." Fidget joked while reaching up to cradle Ezra's chin and close his gaping maw. “You hungry?"

“No. Honestly I thought I would be but no."

“That's a bit of a shame, we could make something nice for you." Afearnia said as she followed Ezra and Fidget to the kitchen. Once they arrived, Ezra saw that the kitchen had one of those massive, two-story glass walls with a balcony on the second floor leading to a circular staircase cradling the oven. Gorgeous, and just like every other room in the house the walls and shelves all looked like they were part of the house instead of appliances added. No cupboard doors, just open shelves. Vvilfred was putting food away in each of these shelves while a much smaller, blue doe gal was standing by.

“Hey Camari." Fidget said with a wave. “How was work?"

“Pretty good. This that feller you wanna mount?" She said with a half-cocked grin while pointing at Ezra."

“You know it!" Fidget grabbed his one hand and snuggled his arm. “Ceylon gave him extra parts he wants to try out. You gonna join us?"

Camari shook her head. “Not today, but lemme know how it goes. I'd love to go on an adventure with you all some time!" She offered Ezra a salute before returning to Vvilfred.

Afearnia leaned in from behind. “She's not as active as we are. Come on, we'll-"

“Whoa!" Ezra's eyes went wide as he saw a teal, red, and creamy yellow dragon raptor dart past the open kitchen bay window. “What was that?!"

“Oh, right, Styreks. He musta just woken up hearing you in the backyard with Shiazo." Afearnia explained. “Wanna meet him?"

“I mean, uh, I kinda-"

“Got it, yes but not now." Fidget interjected. “But he's seen you now. We're gonna have to go say hi. Come. Come." She took his hand and guided him out the back door, which led to a sort of ranch stable that was attached to the house. Presumably for housing the drake.

When they closed the door behind them, Styreks came bounding around the side of the house to practically slide-tackle Ezra, mouth agape and thick tongue flopping. Like an overly excited doggo, but a raptor drake the size of a horse or bigger. He immediately nuzzled Ezra's chest and started purring at him, a deep rumbling resonance. He had wings folded up tight on his back and a thick tail to balance out his bipedal form. Smaller front legs, like a saurian. Ezra couldn't help but give this drake's cheek a gentle stroke.

“Tell me a bit about this guy!" He said, slowly pushing into the drake to give a scritch.

Fidget joined in on the scritches. “He's not all that unique, not like Shiazo. He's a laurossin from the Ijimulian Archipelago. One of the islands in the middle of it all is home to the saurians. You know, prehistoric dragons. Laurossins are like, semi-sentient, partially domesticated mounts there. Smart, but non-verbal. We've had him for ages now. He used to be Ceylon and Leera's, but he bonded with us and Shiazo years ago and now we take care of him."

“A natural farmland here, eh?" Ezra joked, still taking it all in. He was enjoying the scruff of Styreks when he was suddenly pounced upon by Fidget, who leapt up onto his back and literally bit his neck with her single fang. “ACK!" He gasped while Styreks sidestepped away.

“No more waiting!" Fidget growled into his ear while Afearnia stood by and laughed.

He stumbled a bit until he got his balance again. Those long legs of his ensured he had a high center of gravity. “I wasn't making you wait!" He protested, but then melted a bit when he felt her fang dig into his skin. No puncture but he could definitely feel it and he loved that. Of course it was Fidget, though. Afearnia was more reserved.

Fidget just murred into his ear some more. “You've been here like half an hour and you're still sheathed!" She accused with a playful tone.

He was about to respond when Afearnia came up behind him and wrapped both arms around his waist, picking him up and tackling him onto his back, squishing Fidget beneath him. This was not as expected as Fidget's leap.

“H-hey, warn me next time!" He managed to get out between chesty laughs. “No fair."

Fidget scrambled out from beneath him to sit cross legged under his head, letting him rest upon her lap. From that view he could see right up between her breasts and chest fluff to see her beaming down at him. On the other side, Afearnia was on her hands and knees, staring up at him while she crawled over him.

“I think it's time." Afearnia growled, a much deeper vocalization than he thought she was capable of. She, like Fidget, was fully nude with her breasts nearly tickling his inner thighs as she crawled between them. “We're very forthright here, so if we cross a boundary, don't be afraid to say so. We won't be upset. Promise."

This sudden change of mood seemed to flip a switch in Ezra, who went from lightly apprehensive to needy and comfortable. He widened his legs to give Afearnia more room between his thighs as his tail brushed the dry yellow grass underneath him. “I'll keep it in mind." Was all he said, sure to not indicate he wanted her to stop. “So what do you have in mind?"

Fidget cradled his head in her lap and stroked his cheek while looking down at him. “You hear that, Afearnia? He wants us to take point."

“I love to hear that." Afearnia growled as she lowered her chin so low that the piercing on her lower lip nearly touched the fur of his sheath. Her tone was immediately sultry, her visage shifting to that of a lusty bitch in need of Ezra's loins. Felt almost like a porn to him, but he didn't mind. She became a bit more forceful when she reared up, put her hands on both of his knees, and spread his legs so far that they were both resting flat on the ground.

This made his throat feel tight and his chest flutter. “Yes Ma'am." Was all he could think to say.

“You don't need to be too formal." Afearnia assured him while she crawled over him again, her breasts resting on either side of his sheath. “Just let me know if there are any zones you absolutely do not want explored."

“Uh, tot really into my tailhole being played with. At least not right now. I can under the right circumstances but I got...new parts to play with." He informed her.

She nodded while looking up over his chest, grinning with her deep magenta eyes boring a hole into his very soul. “I'll keep that in mind. You need a safe word or-"

“Why would I need a safe word?" Ezra asked, somewhat taken from the deepening lust. “What do you plan on doing? You're not gonna tie me up or anything, are you?"

“Skies above, no." Fidget chirped at him, the heaving of her laughs making her breasts bounce ever so gently under her chest fluff. She was still stroking his cheek. “We're not into that, but we do call this place Casa de Kink for a reason. Don't be afraid to say no."

He was about to say he wouldn't dare, but when he thought about it for a moment he realized he may have genuinely put up with stuff he wasn't comfortable with to get a bit more attention. This wasn't something that happened often so he would tolerate things he normally wouldn't if it meant more cuddles and sensual caresses. It was nice to realize that he didn't need to compromise.

Group relationships had their benefits, it seemed. Even if he wasn't into what one partner wanted he could find another that he was. Of course, he was into a lot of fun stuff, so he didn't expect any sort of hesitation so he just arched his neck a bit and extended a tongue to give her a gentle kiss ont he cheek. Testing the waters.

Much to his delight Fidget responded by booping his snoot with her own, nuzzling gently, and then shifting out from under his head so that he could no longer rest upon her lap.

He was about to make a cute whining noise to let her know he was comfortable, but when she got onto her hooves and then squatted over his face with her plump doe lips hovering just above his muzzle he quickly forgot about her lap. While the view was very close up he could make out some details on her lips that were definitely interesting to him. Her vulva was thick and plump like a mare, but more tapered and pointed at the front end, with a cute little tuft of fur sticking off the end that he could nuzzle with his nose before licking and sticking it to the rest of her.

She tasted immediately wonderful, sweet but just a little leafy, probably thanks to her diet. Not only was she soft and tender and the brightest, most glorious pink, but her lips parted with ease when his tongue extended into her and lapped at her walls, showing off the red insides that really jumped out at him. Eager and hungry, he brought his hands up to grip her hips and hold her in place while he guided her loins directly above him.

While this was happening, Afearnia took point and started idly stroking his sheath, slowly exposing his mauve tip as it drooled precum onto his belly fur. At the same time she took a moment to use her other paw to cradle his balls and give a gentle grip around the base of his sack, tugging slightly to see how he reacted. When she was certain he was okay with this, she nestled his taint in her thumb and forefinger from below to expose his vulva. His thick, juicy vulva.

Since he had a proper spade, she was curious to see how it translated post rebirth. She was immediately greeted by a plump, black set of lips that glistened with a similar fluid to the precum that was trickling out onto his belly. At the tip of it, where the lips met and smothered his clit, she saw a teal-tipped barbell poking out.

Afearnia wasted no time exploring farther. She kept her palm tight to his belly and inner thigh as she dragged her paw down to his loins, where she cradled his vulva on either side, thumbs teasing the posterior rim of it while squeezing out some more of his fluids.

The touch of her thumbs on his nether lips triggered something in him, because within seconds his entire shaft had grown and emerged from his sheath, leaving only his knot still wrapped up in his sheath flesh. It wasn't fully formed yet, so it only created a subtle bulge, one Afearna couldn't help but nuzzle while still using her thumbs to tease his cookie.

His toes curled and his eyes crossed as he continued nuzzling Fidget's slit, nose passing between her lips to part her flesh and ooze fluids down the crest of his snout. He had to actually close his eyes to keep them from getting smothered since she was so aroused and her juice was flowing so readily. This was not a problem. He loved that she was in the mood for that, and loved even more when she started bouncing and grinding on his snout, forcing his muzzle to penetrate her with shallow thrusts.

He couldn't help but gape his maw a bit and extend his tongue, cradling her clit as he did so. He dug his claws into her hips for extra stability while Afearnia's attention kept his foot-paws curled and his loins tensed up. Naturally, he wasn't quite ready for what came next.

Fidget kept bouncing and grinding, but then adjusted her hooves on the ground so that she was on her knees, only using her thighs for balance before descending as far down as she could go. Her plump, pink lips swallowed his snout completely right up to his eye ridges, where she stayed for an extended period. Her loins clenched and twitched as her own pleasure coursed through her, the juices she secreted seeping their way in between his lips to coat his tongue.

It was almost too much. Almost. The sensation of her lips practically swallowing his snout with ease mixed with the deep tissue massage Afearnia was giving him forced his knot to pop out of his sheath, exposing his entire length to the cool air. He wanted to keep his hands on Fidget's round hips but knew he didn't need to so he couldn't help but wrap them around his own hips while raising his legs to grasp at either side of his spade, spreading his own lips and exposing the purple flesh inside. There was a gentle squelch as his passage opened up and bits of his natural arousal webbed from wall to wall.

Afearnia loved this view, and thought the deep mauve of his depths looked entirely too tasty to avoid. She absorbed the view for only a moment before pressing her own snout to Ezra's cookie, tongue probing him deep while her nose cradled his balls. She was ravenous, licking up all the mess he made immediately while slobbering her own saliva all over him from taint to tail hole. She wanted to descend a bit but remembered Ezra's clear instruction not to do that so she didn't.

There was a brief moment of panic when Ezra thought about how his muzzle was buried deep within Fidget's depths and he couldn't breathe, but upon attempting to open his maw and take in a bit of air through the corners of his mouth he accidentally inhaled a bit of her fluids and felt a warmth enveloping him. It was the same dreamlike bliss he felt upon having Ceylon's fluids inundating his chest. She must have taken a potion to make her loins breathable in the same manner. He pieced that together within seconds and moved on.

It was a lot easier to move on when he felt Fidget's hand reach out and tug gently on his knot, angling it upwards while she leaned down and swallowed the entirety of his member without any resistance or hesitation. The angling of her body did mean he had to lower his chin to accommodate her but he didn't mind. He was tall and flexible, he didn't want her flesh to abandon his face. There would be no more egregious shame than to not fill her walls and feel her flesh envelop him.

In spite of her maw milking his cock, he noticed he wasn't actually getting a lot of climactic pleasure from that. It felt lovely and every gulp she took had him bucking his hips and his loins swelled to accentuate it, but that part wasn't actually getting him closer to an orgasm.

No, the part that seemed to be tickling him the most and the deepest was when Afearnia plunged her tongue into him while using her one thumb to grind his clit and her other thumb to tease his taint. Everything below his balls was getting attention and that was what he was finding he enjoyed the most. He wasn't entirely surprised as Ceylon had mentioned to him that he'd only be able to fully utilize one set of parts at a time but it was an interesting sensation nonetheless to have his pussy tingling with delight while his cock was neutral. It wasn't numb or anything, it just wasn't quite giving him the pleasure he was used to getting.

Definitely not a problem, though. As he was getting way more than he expected from the attention his cookie was receiving.

Afearnia kept at him, nuzzling and licking and occasionally using her lips to pluck at his piercing in between loving laps. Her own piercing touched his and made a tingle shoot through his loins every time only to have her then wrap her teeth around the barbell tip and tug gently. This could have hurt but it just seemed to amplify his sensations, making him arch his back and grind downward.

He got so caught up in the sensations of having his lips teased and tugged that he almost forgot that his snout was buried in Fidget's pussy. So when he managed to compose himself and remember that all good encounters were mutually pleasant, he extended his tongue deep into her, slapping against her soft walls and collecting as much of her fluid as he could.

Unfortunately, the extra shifting of his snout, grinding of his chin against her anterior wall, and the friction of his tongue dragging along her walls teased her just a bit too much and her walls constricted in delight around his muzzle, clamping his jaws shut and forcing him to bite his tongue.

There was an ever so subtle yelp that reverberated through her loins, one that was ignored for a split second of orgasmic bliss before she realized what was happening and ascended off him with a juicy squelch. This left her depths gaping for a split second before closing up and drooling more of her fluids and his saliva onto his neck.

He tried to extend his lightly injured tongue out to catch it but missed.

“Sorry about that." She said with a blush as she glanced back at him, his cock still nestled in her cheek pouch.

“It'th okay." Ezra affirmed with a lisp, tongue still hanging out over his chin. He was going to encourage her not to stop when he felt two fingers plunge into his spade, lightly caressing his walls and easing him open a bit more. His entrance was extra tight, but he immediately noticed that he opened up just a few centimeters past his lips. He knew that, naturally – he had a knot-pocket as most canines did – but feeling it like that with a pair of digits exploring him was quite the delight.

Afearnia kept at him, using both her thumbs to part him and attempt to gape his depths while her tongue probed his depths, her snout cradled his balls, and her teeth plucked his piercing.

Ezra was in bliss, but then noticed that both had stopped entirely. What he couldn't see from his vantage point due to having Fidget's booty smothering his face, was that the two gals were grinning devilishly at one another. Afearnia nodded, then Fidget nodded, then both looked down at an unsuspecting Ezra before both hopped up and away from their current locations to swap positions.

Fidget crawled around the side to end where Afearnia was, while Afearnia leapt over Ezra's body to straddle him, cowgirl style. She plopped her loins down on his sheath so that her spade met the base of his knot while she leaned down with her hands on his chest. She grinned and grabbed her own breast, plucking the piercing through the nipple while licking her chops. She had devious plans.

He let out a gentle cough as Fidget's breathable fluids escaped his lungs, only to have them dribble out the corner of his mouth and soak his cheek. He was smothered in Fidget mess from snout to ears, and he loved it, but not as much as that look Afearnia gave him. He tried to speak but she silenced him by bending over and smearing her chest all over his face, using the viscous mess there to soak her breasts. She cradled either one of them and used both to squish his snout in between them, rubbing gently while Fidget took care of the rest.

Back behind Ezra's rump, Fidget was doing her best to focus on what she could. One hand was between her legs, half buried in her own pussy to soak it with lubricant while the other was up massaging the base of Ezra's sheath. She was distracted so not really able to focus too much on what she was doing but she did manage to find herself when she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his knot, getting full control over his shaft. At the same time, Afearnia's spade drooled her own fluids all over Fidget's wrist, trickling down to coat Ezra's knot.

Both ladies knew what they were doing, so Fidget angled Ezra's cock up while Afearnia adjusted herself and aimed her cookie right at Ezra's tip. While she was still smearing her breasts all over Ezra's face, she descended and swallowed his cock with her spade, lips coming to rest against either side of his bulbous knot.

That could have been the end but both gals had a goal in mind and were working together. With the extra leverage from Fidget's hand and the weight pressed back by Afearnia, they were able to force his knot into Afearnia, having it pop in with relative ease and swell just beyond her entrance, locking the two of them together. As Afearnia got control, she wrapped her arms around Ezra's neck to hold him in place while leaning forward, her pussy tugging on his knot.

He loved this but was noticing it still wasn't quite getting him there. The focus was still on his own spade, which was being neglected for the time being. Because of this, and the fact that the 'blue ball' feeling of incomplete climax was swelling up inside him, he reached around Afearnia to tease his own lips, prying them apart and rubbing his clit as best he could with the tip of his finger.

Which was unceremoniously tugged aside by Fidget. She aggressively forced him to not touch himself, which annoyed him at first until he noticed she was using her own soaked fingers on him. All four of her fingers, all soaked to the bone with her collected fluids, were rubbing his spade and loosening him up bit by bit. She used her thumb to grind his clit while the other four tips formed a point and eased him open bit by bit. She had smaller hands than Afearnia so his flesh dilated with relative ease to accommodate her.

The friction of her fingers slipping in and out of him, rotating with each thrust and tugging out against his inner walls hit all the right notes. All those pleasure points he was used to his cock triggering for him. That sensation of someone tugging at the base of his knot was similar to the pleasure he felt when her fingers curled inside him and tugged on the wider bit just inside. That made sense, really; both were opposites. That's where the knot would put pressure if he tied with a canine partner. So of course the pleasure was simple; that was basic biology.

Somehow it was even more intense, though. Similar feel but so fulfilling Maybe it was because he had Afearnia's cookie gripped tight around his own knot or maybe it was because he had bits of Fidget's fluids still coating his throat. Or maybe it was just the liberating feeling of being his own true self for the first time in years. All he knew was that his cunt hungered for more and his loins loosened up to accept any and all he could take.

Fidget was quite perceptive of this. The instant she felt his pelvic muscles relax and his pussy loosen up, she converged all of her finger tips and her thumb to one point and leaned into him, forcing her entire fist up into his spade. There was some resistance as he wasn't well trained in larger partners, but Fidget's fist was relatively small and thus it was a lovely fit. With a pop and a lurch followed by the gentle sputters of air and natural fluids escaping his depths, her knuckles passed by his clit and came to rest inside him, grinding up against his anterior wall when she balled up her fist inside.

Almost instantly the pressure akin to a knot swelling inside him triggered that long-awaited release. He felt his groin explode as his pussy clenched tight, his knot swelled to full girth, and he couldn't help but bite down on Afearnia's neck with a growl. It felt like he was erupting into Afearnia but there was a strange absence of that specific sensation. He wasn't cumming, at least not in any explosive way. He felt that same orgasmic delight coursing through his body but there was still a pressure inside him. Maybe it was the fist grinding against his prostate or maybe it was just the fact that only one set of parts worked at a time but he didn't feel like he was done.

Orasmic. He enjoyed a body-shaking climax that made every muscle in his body tense up – especially the ones in his loins that seemed to tug Fidget's fist deeper – but he didn't feel done. So that when he finally relaxed and started panting with his tongue out, allowing Fidget to slowly pull her hand out of him, he felt like he could go another round.

Which was perfect because they were interrupted by Vvilfred's gruff voice. “Aww, you finished him off before I got to play?" He was standing, fully nude with both Kentanni and Wrasir on his shoulders, leaning against the door frame and arms crossed over his bulging chest. His cock was unsheathed and half mast, drooping down so low the flare was swinging between his knees.

Afearnia remained tied to Ezra's knot as she got up and turned back to look at her stallion boyfriend. “Oh, I'm sure he's got enough juice for you as well."

Ezra huffed in between each heavy breath, eyes crossed a bit and toes still curled. He couldn't help but wag his tail between Fidget's legs and fold up his hand paws on his chest with a cute look as he thought about what came next.