Discoveries

It was about two weeks after Dawn's 18th birthday. It was a normal day, or at least it would have been had he not woken up bloated, cranky, crampy, and generally weird. Now that he thought about it, he had been feeling crummy the past week, but had been passing it off as overexerting himself. He decided a trip to the bathroom was in order. But that's just where his troubles began...
After some long hours of grunting.. pushing. and embarassingly talking through the bathroom door with his concerned siblings, he was given a huge shock, he was only half right about his situation.
The problem was inside him, just not inside his digestive tract; instead, the cramps got worse and worse, till he felt the need to really push. Wishing for this all to be over so he could go about his day and get back to his training, he complied, which inadvertently upended his entire day's plans. He laid an egg. Without thinking, he grabbed it and sped out of the bathroom and back into his room, tossing it onto the bed.
He just sat there, on the floor of his room, panting and shaking, the door firmly locked behind him, staring at it, its smooth grey surface staring back, terrifying him, bringing forth all sorts of questions about himself, about who he is, or about what he is.
"This can't be happening, right? im not a girl.. im not ive seen my own dick.. among other things" he rambled to himself, "like, what...? WHAT?!" He reached out and grabbed the egg, shaking it and screaming, "HOW CAN YOU EVEN BE REAL?!" the air becoming charged with electricity as his anger and confusion became palpable, threatening to swallow him.
His questions and pleas were put to a grinding halt as his door crashed in. The worried looks of his parents would have greeted him if he wasn't trying to hide his face in shame.
"Dawn honey? We heard shouting, and your siblings said you were acting strangely... Oh my.." His mother's words trailed off as Dawn turned to face her, still clutching the egg, even if all he wanted to do was smash it. The only thing stopping her from coming to the conclusion that he had not taken one of his siblings' eggs was the distinct colour both Dawn and the egg shared, leaving her with questions. but also realising her son would be in much the same state of mind. "Bevu, dearest, please take the others out for the day; it seems that Dawn and I need to have a... long talk." His mother turned with a worried look to his father, who, while looking just as agast and concerned as his mother, just nodded, deciding she was the best one for this job. He was not prepared for this, however, and neither was his wife.
His mother smiled, somewhat convincingly, at him as she rested a hand on his shoulder, motioning for him to follow, and he did, someone zombie-like still clutching the egg, something inside him telling him to keep it with him, to protect it, to nurture it. If anything, he was just confused and scared, and thankful his mom was here; maybe she had answers?
She did not...
"I don't know, my Dawning Sun," she answered; she always called him that because she liked the pun. "This is new, even to me.. well not the egg, and not helping one of my hatchlings with it.. but it's the first time im helping one of my sons with it, so.. where did it come from? like obvously inside you.. but, oh dear god i can belive im about to ask this.., where did it, come out?" She asked, trying to find anything interesting to stare at, and the only thing she could find was the egg itself, perfectly smooth, its dark grey surface speckled very lightly with tiny dark spots that were barely noticeable unless you paid attention.
"Well, y'know.. it came from my...slit" Dawn answered, the last word a barely auduble whisper as he blushed heavily, lighly scratching his neck ad his tail found itslef wrapping round his ankle as if his own body was trying to reassure him, to comfort him. It did, a little. "Mom, does this mean I'm a girl? or a freak? i mean, i still him my, other, bits" Dawn allowed himslef to nervously chuckle, dispite everything else, he really never expected to be talking about his slit with his mother.
At this, Bassa laughed, she couldnt help it, the strangeness of the situation hitting her full force, after a small bit it seems her jovility helped her son also as he began to laugh along side her. After a few moments she would look to her son and give a simple, but powerful decleration. "No, my son, you are not a freak, and you certainly are not a girl. I can certainly tell you that from all the times I used to bathe you and..."
She was cut short by her son. "OKAY! I get it. I get it. I don't need those reminders." He waved his hands frantically before looking at his mother's teasing smile with his own look of exasperation. "so," he poked the egg, "what does this mean? like even if i am still a boy, this.. still came out of me.."
"Are you sore?"  his mother asked, evading his question slightly, buying her time to think while also making sure her son was alright, at least physically.
Dawn shrugged, "I mean, a bit? Not so much now, i think the shock kinda rode me though it.." He sighed, taking a small moment to reassure himself, and formed a small amount of ice in his mouth before crunching on it—a small habit he had acquired.
Seeing this, his mother smiled, taking it as a sign he was coping, at least as well as he could, given the circumstances. "As for your question, my dear, it only means that your father and i got some things wrong, it would seem that while you have male anatomy, that certainly works if the scent of your room is anything to go by.." she not so subtly teased, making him blush heavily. "You also seem to have some aspects of female anatomy, certainly enough to produce eggs. As for what this all means, that, my dawning sun, is up to you to decide, but this does not have to change who you are, you have always been this, it would seem." she explained, hoping this would help ease his mind.
Dawn looked up at her, past the egg, and said, "So what should I do? I still feel like a male, but now I can lay eggs. but why now?" he asked.
Deciding to take this one question at a time, Bassa began to explain, "Well, son, you remember the talk your father had with you when you were younger, about males and females, the dos and don'ts, and the absolutely dont's. If you remember, females of our species only start laying eggs the first spring after they turn eighteen, it just so happens that your birthday kinda hits that timezone a little close, and it seems that part of your body overreacted." She explained adopting her 'teacheing persona' as his siblings often joked about, making him laugh a little, "as for what you should do.. i would reccomend, as stange as it may be, taking the time to explore that part of yourself, figure out exactly how it makes you feel, even if it may be embarassing. Your father and I will book an appointment with your doctor, and maybe he will have more answers on exactly what occurred."
At his mother's suggestion, he would nod; it made sense; he had a whole other part of him that he didn't know about till now, and it made him blush. "So, when you say explore...?" he prodded.
His mother gave an exasperated sigh and shook her head, "Tylpical males... Yes Dawn, I mean that.. just please open a window after.." she tried to tell him, but he was already halfway down the hall, the egg still on the table and forgotten about.
She picked it up and looked it over. "Now what do I do with you?" she pondered, somewhat amused as she watched Dawn put his door back in place.

-----Dawns room-----

After setting his door back in place, Dawn made a mental note to ask his father to fix it, but that could wait. He had some, exploring, to do.
Looking around his room, Dawn spotted his mirror and got into motion, sliding it across his room towards the foot of the bed, which also had the advantage of blocking any view of what he might be doing if someone walked in.
Blushing heavily as he thought about what he was about to do, he sat down in front of the mirror, leaning back slightly, curious as to why he had never thought to do this, and slightly giddy as he reached down with a hand, using his fingers to gently spread his own slit open for his eyes to behold.
It was as he expected at first; he would see his member resting inside, though he suspected not for long. He was slick and warm too; he could feel it, but he couldn't see any sort of hole or anything. That is until he spread himself wider; there at the bottom of his slit, hidden away unless he really looked, was his entrance, and it was wet. A small rivet of, he guessed, his feminine juices leaked out, trailing down to rest against his tailhole, making him shiver slightly at the sensation.
Getting bolder, he brought his other hand up, taking one of his fingers and gently pressing it against his entrance. It didn't take much; his finger slid in easily thanks to his already excited state. Feeling around, he found that his entrance had an upwards curve with a 'bump' that blocked a straight entrance. Touching the bump caused his member, which was already halfway out of his slit and getting harder, to give a spurt of pre, landing on the mirror with an audible splat, like raindrops on a window.
(Dawn would later discover this bump was in-fact his prostate, making the act of having someone penetrate his pussy very pleasurable for him.)
Dawn could already feel himself getting very warm and wet, scratch that, he was soaked from such little pokes and prods producing very lewd sounds. The view he had was certainly something else.
As he looked into the mirror and saw himslef looking back, cast vagely in what streams of light came from around his broken door and past the sides of the mirror, his eyes having adjusted to the dark of his room, having forgotten to turn the light on, nor caring to bother right now, picked out himself half bathed in dim light his slit spread for all to see, his other hand resting at the bottom, two fingers now pressed into his newfound treasure, his impresssive length now at fill mast and throbbing as it pointed toward the celing, a small trail of pre running down its tapered length, over his engorged knot and running down further still to mingle with the juices flowing from his slit coating his hand and tail.
Not used to this newfound pleasure, it did not take long for a familiar feeling to make itslef known, that pressure rising in his loins building and climbling to the Crescendo he had chased many, many times, his length pulsing with his quckened heatbeat, his inner walls quivering and trembling as the force of his climax rushed over his form, unable to stop himslef has he cried out in sheer pleasure, seed erupting from his lengh in thick heady spurts,  arching upwards before splattering down onto his chest, six, seven, eight, NINE, he lost count off how many spurts, too gone in his own world of bliss, his hand, tail, sheets, mirror and tail now coated in his femanine fluids as they suched out of him the sheer force taking him by supprise, the entire experience leaving him panting and seeing stars.
After what felt like hours in heaven but was only a few minutes in reality, Dawn sat up and took stock of the scene.
He was sticky, his chest was practically glazed with his own essance, how lower half was drenched in a mixture of seed, precum and faminine jucies, his bedsheets were sticking to him from a mixture of the later and sweat, and his room smealled heavlily of him. Yeah, he was certainly going to need to open a window.
After another round, or two...